Well, the last few weeks have proven to be some of the most trying times that I think Garrett and I have faced in a while. My pregnancy wasn't going too well at all. I was throwing up many times a day and I would throw up so violently that I started to spit up blood and pass out. There were so many days that I found that I was just curled up in a ball on the floor praying for the strength to make it through another day. Things got so bad that Garrett and I were considering making some huge changes such as flying Kenzie and out to Utah for an indefinite amount of time while my family helped care for Kenzie and I. We considered quitting the apartment management or hiring a nurse or cleaning person of some sort. All of these options we weren't very happy about due to the fact that it would drain us financially or separate our family.
Just when things were at their worst Garrett I was suddenly getting multiple calls from sisters in the ward. Some would come and take Kenzie to playgroups in the morning hours when the sickness was the worst or some would bring us meals. This truly was an answer to prayer for us. Because of the help of these dear sisters I found that I had just enough strength to make it through the days. The house still wasn't clean and many things didn't get done, but the most important things were getting done and we were getting by. Finally last week we found the right medication that has made life so much more bearable. The medication makes me tired, but I haven't thrown up in three days now so I'm finally getting my strength back as well.
I share this experience because it was a HUGE testimony builder in the end. Every time that one of the sisters would call or show up at my door I would think of the scripture "When ye are in the service of your fellow being you are in the service of your God" I realized how much our Heavenly Father probably wants to wrap his arms around me during those moments of trial and sine he can't right now while we are on this earth He sends us around serving each other. I also learned a great lesson about the spirit in my life. I doubt these sisters were having visions of Garrett and I in tears on our knees begging for help. They just had a kind thought to offer help and they acted on it. I guess the phrase "Still Small Voice" could be called "Subtle Kind Thought". The majority of the time the spirit communicates through a kind thought. A kind thought to admit when you are wrong, a kind thought about how to reach out to a neighbor, or a kind thought about how to do your calling better.
Anyway life is better now. I am so grateful to just have the energy to play with Kenzie without passing out or to call my dad and talk to him again without throwing up. It's amazing how you can take your heath for granted!
