Rough, rough, rough...still feeling rough.
Most of you know I had to make a trip to the hospital last week for fluids due to dehydration.
Gosh, I'm tired.
But happy to read this in my daily devotional email today:
I'm leaving you with a gift, peace of mind and heart.
And the peace that I give isn't fragile like the peace the world gives.
So don't be troubled, don't be afraid.
John 14:27 LB
I have to work on a daily basis to rid my heart of this fear. Fear for my little peanut in my belly. Fear about neglecting Max while I've been so sick. Fear that my husband is going to get tired of taking care of me and just decide to walk out. Fear that my house will never be clean again. Fear that I will have to go back to the hospital because I am so very sick. Fear has taken over. But God's words are pushing out that fear...comforting me when there is nothing I need more. I WILL get through this. People have done it before me and they will continue to do it after my sweet little baby bean has entered this world and all this is a distant memory.