Last July when I first learned I would likely be on bedrest until November, I was overwhelmed with anxiety and discouragement. How was I going to take care of my other three kids, make meals, do laundry, and all the many other things I needed to do? With every contraction I worried about the health of my baby. Would he be born too early to survive? If he did survive, would he live a normal life? I felt buried under the weight of my fears and I was physically exhausted by the constant contractions and medication to keep them at bay. To say the least, the future looked bleak and in all my life I'd never felt so powerless.
Fortunately, I'd learned from past trials that when things become too heavy for me to carry, I knew I could turn to the Lord and He would help shoulder the burden. So I did. I turned to Him and asked for His help in carrying this load. He answered my prayer as I trusted He would, and I felt peace. My husband gave me a blessing that everything would be alright and I was filled with calm assurance that things would work out. However, that didn't solve the immediate problem that remained of taking care of my family. I soon learned that while the Lord eased my emotional burden, it would be through others that He allowed my prayers to be fully answered.
What happened in the following weeks was an experience I'll never forget. A steady stream of angels in the form of neighbors, family and friends showed up at my doorstep, bringing meals, watching my kids, cleaning, weeding. You name it, they did it. They literally carried me through the weeks that followed and offered more help than I could have ever hoped for.
At first I was so embarrassed; I didn't want to trouble anyone and I felt ridiculous sitting on my couch while others vacuumed and did my laundry. The whole situation was hard for me to accept, but I felt prompted that I needed to just get over myself and allow people to serve. That's the funny thing about service; it's so much easier to serve someone than to let people serve you! But I learned that we deny others blessings when we keep them from serving us, so I decided to just accept the service and express the gratitude I felt. I'll never be able to fully thank all of those who helped me, because they'll never know how much it touched my heart. But I won't ever forget it.
The other blessing that came about during all of that down-time, was that I was able to write almost the entire first draft of Courtney's story (still working on the title). This book is coming about much the way that Invaluable did; with the words basically flowing out onto the pages. I don't know that I've ever been this excited about a story before. The release is planned for this summer, so stay tuned!
During this beautiful Christmas season as I've held my baby in my arms, I've often thought of that holy child born in Bethlehem and the gift that He was to the world. I found this article on Facebook that brought me to tears. The picture and words made me realize more poignantly than ever what a sacrifice it was for our Father to send His son to die for us. I hope we can all consider our blessings and feel the peace that comes in a particular way this time of year. The peace that fills us as we come unto Christ.