Caroline, at one point, battled a fear of dying. Every discomfort was an impending disease, every symptom was evidence of a fatal doom. She had trouble getting to sleep at night because she was afraid she would die while she was asleep. I could relate, having faced a fear of dying more than once before myself. Here is how I counseled her and how I counsel myself.
“I’m so tired of being nauseous!”
“I’m so done with feeling weak and tired all day long!”
“I feel like I can’t survive one more sleepless night, exhausted, yet up for hours, unable to sleep!”
“I cringe when I think of how old I’ll be when this child graduates high school!”
“And, Lord, I just got a new pair of skinny jeans. I don’t want to put them away as my butt grows exponentially along with my belly!”
These were the cries of my heart before the Lord as pregnancy hormones swept over me like a monstrous tsunami, threatening to drown me in self-pity. Continue reading “The Spirit of Christmas in The Heart of a Mother”