I don't remember much about last Christmas. I do remember driving, in the snow, by myself, to the hospital because I was dehydrated from throwing up so much. I couldn't keep anything down. I remember thinking: this is the lowest of the low.
I remember being in bed--all day and all night--my trash can by my bed for vomiting. I couldn't get up if I tried. I was sick. Real sick. Christmas Day I ate Fruit Loops for breakfast (it was the only thing I felt I could eat), laid down on the couch, watched the children open their gifts and them promptly ran to the bathroom, projectile vomiting all the Fruit Loops. It was a horrible time.
This Christmas I'm feeling much better. And I've got a little four-month-old baby who makes me forget about those dark days of hypermesis. It was the worst pregnancy sickness I've ever had. I felt so alone, so sick, so helpless. But this new baby--oh he brings me much joy.
I am relishing the Christmas season this year. I am slowing down, taking it all in. I am so thankful I can celebrate it in health.
Philippians 4:8 is written on a splatted note card above my sink. I look at it while washing dishes or in passing. I try to obey the Lord when He tells us to be thankful in all things. That we are to set our minds on what is true, noble, right, pure, lovely, admirable, excellent or praiseworthy.
When we do this, in the midst of trouble or heartache, or pain, or just daily living, our eyes are opened to His abundant way of life. We weren't made to focus on our troubles. We can find things that are true, noble, right, pure, lovely, admirable, excellent or praiseworthy in every situation.