I came home today to an unusual number of emails. Brow furrowed, wondering if I had invited some kind of spam and would find offers of hair growth, weight loss, male enhancement, and urgent messages that I needed to enter my password for eBay, Paypal, Amazon ... and by the way the prince of somewhere wants to give you money for nothing ...
Not even close. What I found were over 100 comments on my most recent blog about losing Lil Bit and the summer fires raging in places dear to me. Thank you. Apparently I was Love Bombed - I'd never heard of it! What a wonderful outreach! And they weren't just shallow comments either - people (maybe you?) read the parts of my heart I had poured out "on the page" so to speak.
The timing was amazing. At work this week, a coworker made a silly comment to me about "when my baby comes" ... somehow the news that I had lost the baby had missed this individual. It wasn't intentional, but it still hurt and took me by surprise. Tomorrow we are having a baby shower for another coworker - this will be my first baby shower. But in His way, God has lifted me up and held me close and I will be ok.
So many commented on my strength - and I'm compelled to tell everyone - it isn't me! Philippians 4:13 says I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. That includes this. In fact, during the month I've been silent ... I've started doing "Couch to 5K" ... and at a friend's suggestion got a Road ID, and along with my name and age, my husband's and families' contact info, I have that verse. Lord knows I can't become a runner without his help! In a week and a half ... I'll have "earned" the new shoes I promised myself! As much as I liked Cross Fit ... I quit doing it when I found out I was pregnant. I wanted to start an exercise that I could continue or easily alter for pregnancy - if running is too much, I still have the time (and equipment) carved out to turn it into walking later.
I healed quickly from the D&C, and had a relatively "normal" cycle following. During my prenatal testing, it was found I am no longer immune to rubella ... so this second cycle (which seems to be going swimmingly) we are avoiding and I had my MMR booster. Not so fun - and the chances of contracting rubella are slim ... for the average American. Given Tim's contact with not only the public, but the often-ill public in both the pre-hospital and hospital settings ... well, it was a good idea. It really does sting though - squeeze your kiddos extra tight while they're administering that one.
Unfortunately - our blow wasn't a "love blow." It was a blown head gasket. Even in that, there is so much to be thankful for. Tim was driving to his second job ... on IH-35 ... in morning rush hour traffic ... when Green Bean (as I've named his car) stalled. Praise God, he got it started again and was able to exit and even find a good place to come to a rest. A final rest. As in, it is looking like rest in piece(s) Green Bean. Blown head gasket, frost plug needs replaced, throttle body work, new spark plugs/wiring harness, and so on ... adds up to almost three times what the car is worth.