A little less green...

Let's start out with a picture...it's a week late, but hey it's a picture, and for me that's saying something!!! :)  I won't tell you how many pictures it took to get just ONE of them all looking forward, all half-smiling or not doing some other weird face, and facing upright...yes you heard me...upright.   Silly kids :)

Last week, Asher had this nasty stomach flu virus.  To me this is funny because out of all of us, he is around the fewest people, so where this bug came from, I have no idea.  He threw up for 4 days straight...it was pretty scary.  On the 5th day, he was no longer throwing up and laying around as much, but he still refused to eat or drink.  Asher is a lot of wonderful things, but one thing you can't really make him do is change his mind.  That boy has some inner something that just can't be messed with.  And if I value my eardrums, I make it a practice not to as much as possible ;)  But when dehydration symptoms were becoming apparent in him, and he still refused to drink, I asked Bryan to give him a blessing.  Within minutes of that blessing, Asher agreed to take a drink, the cramping stopped, and I got my little boy back.  Heavenly Father was so quick to hear this prayer, and I was so grateful.

Over the weekend, I apparently caught the same bug, and could not stop vomiting.  Something didn't feel right and I was getting pretty scared about it, which no one likes to throw up, but something was off.  So I called the doctor (this was Sunday).  He told me if by Monday I hadn't stopped, I needed to go to the hospital.  Looking at it now, I know it really isn't that big of a deal...they would have hydrated me, and I would have gone home, but I was in an absolute panic.  I blame the pregnancy hormones and my lack of food for my delusion :)  I was convinced my baby was dying and I just laid downstairs sobbing (we had quarantined me from the rest of the family so no one else got this nastiness).  I also remember thinking at one point, 'I am not going to ask for a blessing, because I know it will work, and there is no way I am going to let Heavenly Father fix me and not Bryan.'  In my defense, I was slightly delusional :)  Next thing I know, Bryan came downstairs, in his suit, oil in hand, and gave me a blessing.  I did not throw up one more time after that.  

The next day, I was still really weak and crampy feeling and couldn't get off the couch much, so it gave me a lot of time for some much clearer thinking :)  Why were those other prayers that were respectively over such small things answered so quickly?  Why are other much more earnest and heartfelt prayers left unanswered... at least for the time being?  

I didn't think up anything amazing that gave me any major resolution to those questions or concerns, but as I prayed, I did feel peaceful.   Maybe this weekend was Heavenly Father's small, yet miraculous, way of reminding me that miracles can (and will) still happen for my family.  If there were a soundtrack for my story, I'm pretty sure there would be some kind of powerful ballad playing right now, right before the really cool thing happens [cue powerful ballad].  So thanks to my little faith injection, I'm a little more ready, a little more willing, a little more patient, a little less worried...but a lot more grateful.