My kids. My miracles
I am a mother of three beautiful children. Each one of them are miracles from God. I’m not just saying this like any other parent. They are true miracles. I wasn’t suppose to have babies. But, long story short, here they are! Our oldest, our only daughter, was such a true blessing! The one that proved that God was sovereign and that He didn’t need man telling Him that something wasn’t possible. Our first son, the middle child, our second miracle, in more ways than one. Even with an uneventful pregnancy with him, we nearly lost him at birth. That story is a whole other blog. Then SEVERAL years later our second son, our go getter! I’m older and more tired, but God gives me the strength to keep up. I think…
So, this is what I tell myself on days like this where I just want to tear my hair out and scream. That my kids are miracles. Why then, do I feel like giving up sometimes? Does there need to be a particular reason why? Just because…I’m tired.
Just one week ago, my dear husband had an emergency appendectomy. That was the first time in our twenty years of marriage that I have seen him in a hospital bed. I am the unhealthy one who has pushed the “in sickness and in health” from our marriage vows to it’s ultimate test! Not my husband! I was panicked. What would I do without him? What would I do if he didn’t make it? How could I possibly raise our kids without him? Wow! What a scare! But here it is seven days later, and he’s back to work. Yep, already. He’s strong and determined. And God showed me that He is still in control.
Now what? I guess I sit here and wait for my little guy to wake up and the chase will begin again.
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