Finally at 25 weeks, I'm done with Zofran. I asked my husband to sum up this pregnancy in one word and he said "debilitating." It's been exhausting around here trying to get through every day; however, why is it that watching what some of my friends and family are going through make me count my blessings every day??
Over the last few weeks I've watched a few very close friends go through terrible things that no mother should ever have to go through. What has struck me the hardest is watching how God has shined through them through all of this. I think back to some of the hardest situations I was in as a mother, like when LJ was lifelined to Riley hospital, and I can't remember if I truly threw my hands up and gave it all to the Lord. I hope I did, but I just remembered feeling like I was living a nightmare. I do, however, remember feeling the power of prayer. I felt it twice, and WOW! While at Riley, I remember asking my friend, Emmalee, to get under my screenname on facebook and ask for people to pray and within minutes I felt it. This happened twice. this week as I exchange texts and convos with some of my friends who are experiencing such difficult situations I know by simply saying "I'll pray" means something. I admire these friends so much, and from them I have truly learned the concept of how God chooses our path.
Before Thanksgiving dinner, our family will hold hands and go around saying what we are thankful for this year. Every year I seem to have a more meaningful answer. In 2006, I was thankful for Greenwood Little League because it brought Joey and I together. This year I'm thankful I can honestly say I'm comfortable with God choosing my path. Being the control freak I am, this is hard to do. Bottom line is God is Good.