Week of unending sickness

As my ear throbs and drains, as my children walk around with unending sinus problems, as my husband itches with poison ivy, as my cousin lays in the hospital with internal bleeding. I am confused. Pray pray pray. Hope. Listen. The sun is in the sky, the sky is blue, the white puffy clouds blow by. One day, as God promised no one will say "I AM SICK." All will be in paradise. No one will shed a tear.