You know that post a few weeks ago when I decided I was going to give praise in all situations no matter what? Well my personal "no matter what" keeps showing up!
On Wednesday my little guy threw up in this bed at bedtime. I cleaned it up and comforted him. (I KNOW, RIGHT?) And when it was done I praised God for the opportunity to prove I could do it and for faithfully supplying every thing that I needed to get through it.
This morning at 5 a.m. I was awakened from a sweet sleep by my oldest daughter, who has adopted my phobia, screaming because she had just thrown up in her bed. She came in apologizing because she knew it freaked me out. That killed me. So I went in and took care of her. Cleaned it up and comforted her. And because of my fear I knew how to empathize with her. I knew what to say to help. I knew where she was. Again I was given an opportunity to stretch my trust muscles, for this I am thankful.
I trusted God to be faithful, and He was, just as He promised He would be. I didn't flip out. I didn't lose my crap like I used to. I think as much as all of us dread the thing we are scared of most, when it actually happens it's a lot smaller than we have made it out to be. I am still terrified of vomiting myself, but now I can say that if my kids are ill I can deal with it. God has proved that to me twice this week.
So let me just close with this, ok God I've got the message! I'm good! I don't need anymore lessons this week! Thanks for what I've had, but if it's all the same to You I could use a break.
On Wednesday my little guy threw up in this bed at bedtime. I cleaned it up and comforted him. (I KNOW, RIGHT?) And when it was done I praised God for the opportunity to prove I could do it and for faithfully supplying every thing that I needed to get through it.
This morning at 5 a.m. I was awakened from a sweet sleep by my oldest daughter, who has adopted my phobia, screaming because she had just thrown up in her bed. She came in apologizing because she knew it freaked me out. That killed me. So I went in and took care of her. Cleaned it up and comforted her. And because of my fear I knew how to empathize with her. I knew what to say to help. I knew where she was. Again I was given an opportunity to stretch my trust muscles, for this I am thankful.
I trusted God to be faithful, and He was, just as He promised He would be. I didn't flip out. I didn't lose my crap like I used to. I think as much as all of us dread the thing we are scared of most, when it actually happens it's a lot smaller than we have made it out to be. I am still terrified of vomiting myself, but now I can say that if my kids are ill I can deal with it. God has proved that to me twice this week.
So let me just close with this, ok God I've got the message! I'm good! I don't need anymore lessons this week! Thanks for what I've had, but if it's all the same to You I could use a break.
Wow - well done. I freak out when the kids are sick because I automatically start worrying I will get sick too! You did really well!!
ReplyDeleteFull disclosure Alison, as the day is wearing on I'm finding myself losing it more and more. Imagining stomach pains and thinking I am going to be ill. Definitely not at the end of this phobia, but definitely not at the beginning either. You are doing great! With all that you deal with everyday I count you as one of the strongest ladies I know.
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