It has been a rough week. Between the nausea, vomiting and migraine... I felt like my body could not feel any worse. Ended up going to the hospital yesterday after talking to my doctor and her strongly urging me to come. I spent the day hooked up to an IV for fluids and meds. All of this to say... It has been rough... but I've been blessed.
I've been hiding in a dark room by myself the last week. I'd kind of come in and out of sleeping, throwing up and just being icky. In the distance I could hear my kids giggling, daddy roaring and them laughing over silly things. He took them everywhere with him this week. To meetings, speaking engagements...everywhere.
I know he is a good dad, and am always thankful for it...but in these moments I realize how thankful I am for him. I know its not easy being around a miserable sicko... so that in itself deserves a medal.
I've also been pleading with God. More like trying to bribe Him and negotiate me feeling better. I know it doesn't work that way...but when you feel bad enough... you start pleading.
So the other day I was pleading. Asked Him if He saw me... and that I KNEW He didn't want me to feel this bad. That day I had this song on repeat:
My wonderfully talented friend Eric was nice enough to record it for me. I spent the day crying and praying. Thanking God for His goodness. I was reminded that God's goodness isn't dependant on my feelings or circumstance. So I thanked Him... over and over.
That night my husband told me a couple had stopped by. They didn't know I was sick, or feeling bad. They just said they were in the area and felt like they wanted to do something nice to me. They left me with a beautiful bouquet of yellow roses and treats. (the guy is ironically Eric's brother! this family... knocking my socks off!)
and I knew. I know... God sees me. He cares... and I am thankful.
So in the midst of feeling horrible, my heart is happy. I have happy kids with a wonderful husband and a God that sees me....what do I have to complain about?
now back to my lair of darkness.... haha!
That night my husband told me a couple had stopped by. They didn't know I was sick, or feeling bad. They just said they were in the area and felt like they wanted to do something nice to me. They left me with a beautiful bouquet of yellow roses and treats. (the guy is ironically Eric's brother! this family... knocking my socks off!)
and I knew. I know... God sees me. He cares... and I am thankful.
So in the midst of feeling horrible, my heart is happy. I have happy kids with a wonderful husband and a God that sees me....what do I have to complain about?
now back to my lair of darkness.... haha!