I was JUST starting to get my hopes up that maybe this time, I wouldn’t feel too sick. And then it hit me. The nausea, the vomiting…oh well. Really, it was the first week of it that was the worst. The last week wasn’t TOO bad…uncomfortable and tiring, but at least I haven’t puked in a week now.
Feeling this poorly has been giving me second thoughts about the whole quiverfull decision though. I know, this sounds really…well, weak of me. I mean really, temporary discomfort for a lifetime blessing? Of course it’s worth it! I just REALLY don’t want to think about next time..and the next time…when I have more little ones to keep up with and feeling sick and trying to keep going.
It’s all useless worry. I know this. I also know that the Bible is pretty clear about what to do with worry. Don’t do it!
33 But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you. 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.
I know I can’t let worry and fear sway me from doing something pleasing to God. Yes, morning sickness is no fun. Yes, labour kind of sucks, too. A lot. But God knows my fears…I just need to depend on Him to hold my hand while I face them instead of trying to find an excuse, a door to run away through.