God, carry me today.
Upwards all the way.
My tasks seem insurmountable.
I am weak.
You are strong.
I put my trust in you
as my source of
comfort in dismay.
Upwards all the way.
My tasks seem insurmountable.
I am weak.
You are strong.
I put my trust in you
as my source of
comfort in dismay.
I've been sick all last evening and throughout the night with what is either the stomach flu or food poisoning.
Earlier in the week both Ty and Mitchell suffered with this illness as well. Fortunately for them, it was only an 8-hour thing. They bounced back quickly and easily; or so it seemed at the time. Wayne has been down and out too, starting with feeling sick the same time as me, but he did not suffer as badly as I when it came to the symptoms I was dealing with all night long. My food wouldn't stay inside of me and decided that either end of my body to exit from would be acceptable. However, it wasn't. Acceptable, that is. I just experienced one of the worst nights ever.
I am feeling somewhat better this morning, but I've got a big day ahead of me. Thomas is coming to visit for the day and he'll be here around noon and leave early evening. While we all want to see him, I'm not sure if I'm totally up for the challenge. As many of you have read my Reactive Attachment Disorder posts, he is a trying child. And even though he doesn't live with us anymore, challenges still arise each time he visits us. And, for obvious reasons, my level of internal tension rises with each passing moment in anticipation of his arrival. (I'm sorry for those of you who are new readers to my blog; I'm sure this isn't making complete sense. But trust, me, it makes total sense to me.)
And in a couple of days we're leaving for a mini-vacation and I've got that on my mind too; I've got lists, lists and more lists of things to do and things to pack. Enough said.
Because Wayne isn't feeling so well himself, I can't rely on him to help me as much as I normally would in a situation like this. And my little boys? Well, at the ages of 6 and 7, while they are concerned that I'm not feeling well, they aren't completely capable of creating two meals just yet. Although, they did make their own breakfasts this morning for which I am truly thankful.
I came to a realization last evening that children don't appreciate having a momma who's ill. I got the impression from Mitchell in particular that Mommies should never get sick. I agree. They shouldn't. But unfortunately, they do.
And let's face it. I'm not Wonderwoman.
Earlier in the week both Ty and Mitchell suffered with this illness as well. Fortunately for them, it was only an 8-hour thing. They bounced back quickly and easily; or so it seemed at the time. Wayne has been down and out too, starting with feeling sick the same time as me, but he did not suffer as badly as I when it came to the symptoms I was dealing with all night long. My food wouldn't stay inside of me and decided that either end of my body to exit from would be acceptable. However, it wasn't. Acceptable, that is. I just experienced one of the worst nights ever.
I am feeling somewhat better this morning, but I've got a big day ahead of me. Thomas is coming to visit for the day and he'll be here around noon and leave early evening. While we all want to see him, I'm not sure if I'm totally up for the challenge. As many of you have read my Reactive Attachment Disorder posts, he is a trying child. And even though he doesn't live with us anymore, challenges still arise each time he visits us. And, for obvious reasons, my level of internal tension rises with each passing moment in anticipation of his arrival. (I'm sorry for those of you who are new readers to my blog; I'm sure this isn't making complete sense. But trust, me, it makes total sense to me.)
And in a couple of days we're leaving for a mini-vacation and I've got that on my mind too; I've got lists, lists and more lists of things to do and things to pack. Enough said.
Because Wayne isn't feeling so well himself, I can't rely on him to help me as much as I normally would in a situation like this. And my little boys? Well, at the ages of 6 and 7, while they are concerned that I'm not feeling well, they aren't completely capable of creating two meals just yet. Although, they did make their own breakfasts this morning for which I am truly thankful.
I came to a realization last evening that children don't appreciate having a momma who's ill. I got the impression from Mitchell in particular that Mommies should never get sick. I agree. They shouldn't. But unfortunately, they do.
And let's face it. I'm not Wonderwoman.
2 comments:
Isaiah 41:10 So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous hand.
I've been clinging to this verse for weeks and it brings me comfort every time I quote it. I am so sorry sweetie you have been feeling so awful. And with so much to do too. Know that I will be lifting you up in prayer today and this week. I want you to be able to enjoy your vacation! I know you do too, silly me.
I pray that it's one of your easier days with Thomas. Just cling tight to God and know that we're thinking and praying for you today. We moms know what its like to have to keep going on when you feel so lousy.
Sending love and a big hug and a shoulder to cry on if needed. Amy
thanks for your encouragement kimmy! i have also thought your scripture week has been rather timely!!
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