Everyone is sound asleep over here.
The babes tucked into their beds...
Travis asleep next to me on the couch in his usual spot...
the Christmas trees are glowing.
This week has been a hard one.
Again.
Our little house has had a rough month of sickness.
It's been one thing after another.
Stomach bugs, fevers, colds.
This week was my turn to be hit with a fever/cold that the kids had been battling.
And it's been tough.
What energy I had left disappeared.
Which means my house is a disaster.
I woke up this morning feeling so discouraged.
I lay in bed thinking about everything that needed to get done in addition to loving on the babes.
Laundry to put away, tons of dishes to do, a house to tidy.
The list that is already a feat to get done while feeling 100%
might as well have been someone asking me to climb Mount Everest.
And I lay there feeling guilty.
Guilty that I didn't feel well enough to get my chores done.
Guilty that I wasn't doing the fun holiday crafts I had planned this week with the kids.
Guilty that they have really just been entertaining themselves all week.
That darn mom guilt gets me every time.
I read a blog the other day where the writer said she "doesn't do mom-guilt".
Well.
I wish I could say the same.
I'm not sure how to "un-do" the guilt.
Ya know?
Right as I was wallowing in my mom-guilt in bed I was immediately brought back to reality by three little people all waking up at the same time.
And our day began.
And then my mom called.
And said to pray.
Pray for a friend of the family who was being induced today with her second.
The dr.'s have been saying since she was 20 weeks along that their son had severe birth defects.
They were told to prepare for the worst when he was born.
That he may not make it.
And just like that my reality of dirty dishes and laundry piles didn't even matter.
I'm sure that our friend would have given ANYTHING to have been told that their little guy looked perfectly healthy in the womb.
In the grand scheme of things...
my week of having a runny nose and fever...
of having a load of chores that seems never ending...
doesn't matter.
My babies are healthy.
My husband is healthy.
We are so blessed.
Now for the best part of the story.
We prayed.
And prayed.
All day.
That the Lord would provide a miracle with this little guy.
And guess what:)
He did.
The little boy was born PERFECTLY HEALTHY this evening.
The little boy who should be on life support.
PERFECTLY HEALTHY.
Our God is a God of miracles.
And one happened tonight.
I am beyond grateful to serve a God who cares about us.
A God who STILL performs miracles.
I've written it before and I'll write it again and again...
if you're not sure about the God that I'm talking about I'd love to share the Good News with you.
Seriously... e-mail me...
thevanillatulip (at) yahoo (dot) com
I would love to share with you about the God that has changed my life.
Hope your Thursday has been good...
thankful for each one of you!