On Saturday morning I woke up to the sounds of my sweet, almost-one-year-old, baby girl Claire gagging and coughing in her room. I got up and ran to her, turned on the lights and saw her bed covered in red – and she was throwing up.
My heart jumped out of my chest and I called for my husband, Alex. I rushed to the crib, picked her up, inspecting every inch of her to make sure she was okay. My husband come in and looked at her bed and after a moment said, “It’s just strawberries, Heather. It’s just the strawberries she had at supper last night.” Tears of relief sprang to my eyes and my heart rate slowly came back down to normal.
The panic and fear I felt in that moment – I don’t even like to think about. I felt completely helpless and weak.
These past few days have been all about my weakness, my fraility, my imperfections. The stomach flu has blown through our house leaving us tired, stressed and a bit on edge. This week alone I’ve done a dozen loads of laundry, wiped down every surface in my house, and changed all of the sheets at least three times. I’ve been puked on, pulled at and pressed in every way possible. I’ve cried, and yelled and hung my head over the toilet.
But somehow, through it all, God has given me strength. His grace has been sufficient.
How do we position ourselves to receive the strength of God in our moments of weakness? Tonight I’m teaching a class through the Influence Network on 7 ways to do just that! I’d love for you to join me. You can check out the details and register here. Hope to see you there!
I’m also guest posting over at the Thrive Moms blog today. I’m so honored to be apart of their new blogging team.0