Days 19-23

I've been sick. A fever-sore-throat-chills-fatigue-cramping-muscles-headache type of sick. It was a really weird flu. It came on Wednesday for a visit and decided to stay until today when it packed up and left. The worst house guest ever. I'm fairly sure it was some kind of mutated flu virus thingy. Anyways, baby girl some how made it through without getting sick and thanks to an amazing husband and visiting teacher, I also was able to make it through. Although, my apartment didn't. Sadly, when I woke up this morning my apartment desperately needed a makeover. So that's what it is going to happen this week. Yay! To tell you the truth, I'm actually a very bad sick person. When all I can do is sit around or sleep because I'm physically unable to stand, I throw a fit. Not literally but in my head I do. So this week was rather rough on all three of us (well four if you include the apartment). But through it all I was able to see God's helping hand. It came in the form of: my visiting teacher who was kind enough to take some time out of her day to come over and watch baby girl so that I could get some rest; my husband who called to make sure I was actually eating and taking stuff to help me with the symptoms; and my baby girl who always had a smile for me. But I still had to work at being positive or rather hopeful that it wasn't going to last and would be over soon. Some days were more rough than others and I always felt exhausted. But I learned a lot about myself. Namely, that certain learning circumstances need to happen in order for us to be able to learn. Like when I make a mistake or when I get sick. I feel like life is just a full opportunity for us to learn and grow from. That all the experiences that we have in this life happen so that we can learn from them and in so doing, grow. I feel like the main thing that has happened to me during this week is that I have drawn closer to God and my faith and trust in Him has increased. It was through the smallest things too. Like the first day I got sick (and I was really sick, it was the worst day!), baby girl was very happy, very playful and I mainly just sat on the couch and watched her. She is a toddler and I completely expected her to get into some sort of trouble. But no, she was fine. She made a few small messes but nothing I had to really stress about. Is that God's hand at work? To me, yes! Yes it is! It is those small things, that seem of almost no consequence that His tender mercies come. And we can only see them if we look.  I think this picture painted by Greg Olsen shows best what I'm trying to say:

The smallest things matter!

Anyways, I can say with confidence that this week will be better. I'm going to be better! I'm going to think positive! Love you all!