Once upon a time this week started off with beautiful intentions. I had plans to finish up some custom work, paint a sweet little dresser I have been looking forward to working on, as well as enjoy the season with a trip to the apple orchard with my husband and busy little guy, and maybe even start that sewing project, aka my one and a half year old’s Halloween costume.
All of this came to an abrupt halt, when early on in the week, this pregnant gal who gets hungry every couple of hours, went and grabbed some Chinese food around the corner. Now, I have never had food poisoning before, so this was all new territory for me. For hours upon hours I kept saying, why, oh why am I having this horrible morning sickness at 17 weeks pregnant?! This poor baby got all the blame! I thought, “oh great, this must be one of those pregnancies where I’m sick the whole time.” So, in my stubborn fashion I fought off the nausea all day, even trying to nibble food thinking it would settle my stomach. I will spare you the details, but once the baby went to bed, I spent the rest of the night in the bathroom. And the next day in bed. And the next day.
But alas, I am finally feeling much better, just feeling a little weak. I certainly do not wish food poisoning on anyone ever, especially pregnant! Somehow everything bad is much worse if you are also pregnant. In all honesty I have really been fighting the urge to feel sorry for myself a lot lately. I ended up in the ER a couple of weeks ago needing to get stitches in my finger after slicing it on a can, and that made it hard to paint for a couple of weeks. That was also my first time having stitches, and the week before that, our son accidentally got a cookie with egg in it at Sunday school, and had hives for a week….and then there was the very long drawn out morning sickness, I could go on and on… so I have felt as if there has been some sort of storm cloud of bad luck following me around. But I have resolved myself to change my perspective. In fact in all of the cases, it really could have been worse. How lucky I am really that my husband didn’t also want Chinese for lunch the other day, because I really relied on him to take care of me and my son while I was sick.
Truly, truly I do live a blessed life. And I owe it to my God to be more grateful and less negative. So, even though something else might pop up this week, I am going to try to remember this. I WAS able to get to the little sweet dresser I mentioned. And as I sat and painted the little cherry blossoms on it last night, I thought to myself, that even though I wasn’t feeling 100% yet, how awesome it is that I have so much fun doing what I do, that I just couldn’t wait any longer to get to it. Do you have a job that doesn’t feel like work? If so, count yourself very blessed!
So, in all it’s sweetness, here is the Cherry Blossom Dresser. Painted a soft gray, with chippy paint, and accented with hand painted cherry blossoms. For more information on this piece, please go to the “Currently For Sale” Page.
Also, I may never eat Chinese food again. But I’m okay with that.
“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” 2 Corinthians 12:9