Praise And Prayers

[rhetoricfemme]

I'm just so thankful to say that the swollen eye my son had last week seems to be under control, so his medications must be working!

I also feel like last night God really put it to me to not blow things out of proportion. I spent a large part of the day getting upset at little things and trying to shirk them off. Admittedly, I was kind of dwelling on these things just for the sake of it. Come bedtime, I was reading to my son, who was in his crib while I knelt up against the side of it with his book. Out nowhere he leaned too far forward and flipped out of his crib, landing on his back. Thankfully he was okay; no bruises, marks, knots or bumps, and his head and neck were safe. I couldn't help but stay up half the night monitoring him once I finally let him go to bed. I just feel like God was saying, "You want something to really be upset about?" and then Edward got hurt, which was horrifying, although helped me to put things into perspective.

I'm just so thankful that my little boy is doing well now, and am doing my best to keep myself grounded with a less worrisome/complaining perspective.