I was at the end of a difficult pregnancy and I was finding myself bitter, crabby and resentful. I decided to wake up daily with an expectancy of something positive. My days which turned into months began to be filled with negativity, mostly beginning with my outlook. There were difficult things occurring but there were also lots of silver linings to be grateful for.
My husband thoughtfully bringing home dinner because he can sense I've hard a rough day. To my teenager entertaining the preschooler so that I can sleep in...even if it's for just an extra fifteen minutes. My in-laws who would see a need and try to meet it and took the kids for a day so that I can exhale, sleep or collect my thoughts. My brothers and step-father who wouldn't hesitate to support me if I only asked..
From the kindness of a neighbors who mowed and snow plowed our lawn and driveway, to the gentle innocence of my preschooler silently curling up next to me.
The nurse who sat and dabbed my tears when a c-section became inevitable. The surgeon who actually took the time to read my birth plan and implemented as much as he could.
The congregation (whom I hadn't seen for over seven months because of bed-rest) and pastors that prayed with my husband every Sunday that I was absent, encouraged us and brought enough meals to last two months after the baby was born.
My friends near and far who sent things from a box of diapers to an out of the blue text saying, "you're on my heart". A timely scripture, prayer or quote.
The baby came 5+ weeks early and shortly after we moved (can you imagine having a newborn and moving? If you've done it you know what I am talking about). Having the family adjust to a new baby, new home and new town put my writing on hold. I may not have completed my 365 Days of Blessing posts but I do believe I learned the lesson I was set out to learn.
Yes. I am truly blessed.