>It’s been a rough couple of weeks.
It’s really been a rough winter as far as sickness goes. we have had multiple colds. The kids have gotten the stomach virus twice and all of this on top of third trimester fatigue.
I wish I was one of those women who loved being pregnant. I LOVE being pregnant. What I don’t like is feeling pregnant. And boy, do I. The whole pregnancy is sort of an out of body experience for me. I’m just not myself at all. I feel tired, confused, short tempered, emotional. I’ll even forget what I’m saying in the middle of a ….
Where was I? So, the last couple of weeks… First, my oldest came down with the stomach bug. I always try to quarantine my kids when they get sick, then I kick myself. Why do I kick myself? Because they all catch it anyway and instead of them all being sick at once and getting it over with, I end up cleaning up puke for 6 days. Or we pass around a cold for 6 weeks. The power of exponentials at work.
Anyhoo. We shared the stomach bug for six days. Of course, during those six days I have the worst sinus infection EVER. I’ve only ever had one sinus infection in my life. This one was brutal. Lethal. Hellish. I just about died. Then I cleaned up more puke. Then I died again.
I have been convicted over the past year by Galatians 6:9, “Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” I feel like this is my life verse. It’s probably my biggest struggle. I love being a mom. I love homeschooling. I love staying home with my children and not being able to do anything else. But I grow weary in doing good. I really do. I did this week.
We had been suffering from the relentless vomit for 5 days when the third child came down with it. I wrapped her in a towel and gave her a big tupperware bowl and sat her in front of the TV. (That’s what good mom’s do when their baby is sick) I told her, I begged her, please throw up in this bowl. Nope. She threw up EVERYWHERE except there. She even had throw up all over the back of her pajamas. I don’t know how you can be wrapped in a towel with a bowl in your lap and throw up all over the back of yourself, but she’s a talented one. Flexible.
So, I, the gracious and patient mother that I am, scooped her up and put her in a warm bath. Sort of. I did all that, but after I fussed at her for not throwing up in the bowl. She’s 3! And she was sick!! And I was a bad mom. It was an ugly moment. I had grown weary in doing good.
Later, while Ava was in the tub, she said, “Remember when you were rude to me?” I did remember. And so I apologized. I’m still sorry. I know I will have more moments like that. I’m human. I’m sinful. But I pray that they will become fewer and fewer and that I won’t give up. And one day I will reap a harvest.
That’s the beauty of Christ in us. That’s the power of Christ in us. By the power of the Holy Spirit in us we can make a choice to obey Him.
It usually get worse for me in the last few weeks of pregnancy. I actually go crazy. Really. Hormones, I guess. I pray that I cling to Him and that I don’t grow weary. This is actually how I should live all the time, not just when I’m crazy from severe pregnancy hormones. I should cling to Him for my next breath because I need Him every moment. Even when I think I don’t.
“Do not grow weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we don’t give up.” Galatians 6:9