I brought him home, gave him a juice high in antioxidants to support his immune system, and oiled him up from head to toe.  He went and played in the—living room.  At lunch, he seemed to be heating up so I gave him the same juice and oiled him up.  He went to bed.  Every hour I would check on him and he was still heating up.  I didn't have a thermometer to check his temp, I just knew he was hot.  I oiled him up each time.  

I went to my oil book and searched everything on lungs, coughs, and respiratory issues.  I was scared because people were dying of pneumonia at home and in the hospitals.  He came out of his room and I shared that we might go to the hospital as I looked back at my book I heard, you have everything you need to take care of him, you have everything you need to take care of him.  To that, I said we are not going.  I closed my book, oiled him up, and brought him some water.

A couple more hours went by and again the fear took over.  All the what-ifs surfaced.  I went back to my book and started the research once more.  I had a lot of oils that were suggested for everything I was looking up.  I was new to oils and I was scared.  He came out of his room and again, I said, we may go to the hospital.  Again, I heard the voice, you have everything you need to take care of him, you have everything to take care of him.  I closed the book and oiled him up. 

I had to step out of the house for a bit and when I did everything fell apart at home.  He started crying because I wasn't there, which started a cascade of coughing to vomiting.  His older siblings also scared called grandma.  She rushed over and called the ambulance.  They saw I was already doing something that they wouldn't interfere with.  When I arrived home, shortly after, my mom was also worried.  She said the ambulance people thought it may be bronchitis or pneumonia.  That is all I needed to hear to trust what I heard that morning talking to the nurse.  

I pulled out my book and looked up a recipe.  I had every oil but one and put it in a bottle.  I applied to my son's back, chest, and feet from 6-10 pm when we all went to bed.  That morning he was his lively self, mind you he still had a cough and we continued the recipe on those same locations for the next couple of days before sending him back to school.

That was my testament to my faith, listening to that voice within and trusting what I was hearing, a test of the power of essential oils.   Essential oils are the lifeblood of the plant in that they can penetrate the body because of their small molecules and work in the body as nature intended them to be.