Dear Lord, I know you can see me, you can hear me weep, and you can feel my pain. I am having a difficult, high-risk pregnancy. It is even more difficult being alone without a help from anyone to constantly attend to the needs of the kids and take care of the household chores when the doctor advised me to take a complete bed rest. What breaks my heart is to see my kids calling me in the morning to prepare breakfast when I am at risk if I do so. Certainly, I would still take the risk with a thought that you, oh Lord, would never put me in danger. It is also hard to see my husband’s sacrifices when he has to clean the house while preparing our lunch and bathe my kid right after he put his bag on the table after work. I know how tiring it is for him but I never heard even a single complain. He does everything, sacrificed a lot with full of hopes and encouragement that we can get...
...thoughts of a Special Needs Mom. ❤️