Steadfast

This morning God has been speaking to me about my calling.

Yesterday was another awful day for me. I developed a migraine and couldn't keep anything down until later in the evening. I felt so discouraged and wanted at least a day off from being pregnant. Brian and I discussed the seahorse method of gestation.

My life is at a standstill right now. I have not fixed my hair of put on make-up in a month. I have not been to church in an even longer amount of time. I resigned from helping with the nursery and have cooked one meal for my family since Christmas.

But if the cross that I am to bear is morning-sickness, then will I allow God to guide me through this?

Being sick makes me very sympathetic to others who are sick. It makes me more compassionate for people with long-term illness and those who need help to function throughout the day. Being sick causes me to ask for help, which, as I have mentioned, can be pretty hard for me to do.

So today I asked God to take the pressure off that I put on myself to be a certain way or do certain things. The June Cleaver/Betty Crocker days are out the window, but maybe I can learn to be more like Christ. And that also means no comparing myself to other supermoms who can fly through their pregnancy on the wings of eagles or have many, many children without a barf. Or without their walking children being neglected. Or their husband having to clean the house by himself.

Thank you for your prayers.