This pregnancy has definitely taken a toll on me. I was exercising, performing strength training, and eating healthy at least 80% of the time. Now, I do well enough to get in 2K steps a day, short of my average of 7 mile bike ride. I do well enough to pick up something over a couple of pounds because my daughter stresses that she will not allow me to lift more. I do well enough to get a balanced diet as my anemia is on steroids.
Along the way, I have accepted the journey. I understand that my carrying life at 40 is different from 34, 32, 27, and 23 (*miscarriage in there. My 3rd birthed child was our rainbow 🌈 baby.). I have come to understand that the challenges I now am enduring will be a part of the story we get to convey to our young prince.
No, I am not able to bop around and move like I used to move. But, the blessing in this journey is I am encased with an abundance of love and light within and outside of our household. This process has shown me how this life has a positive effect on others in my reach, my circle, and this life that I am blessed to carry is a blessing for so many others.
So, guess what...my shock became a way for God to show his power, and how his plan(s) supercede ours. I know he is laughing like he is at a comedy show.
Most Grateful Christ Follower
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