The Little Things

Today I was talking to some friends about Payton's seizures. I was trying very hard to keep it together, while I was explaining what her night was like and how sometimes it is really hard to come in to work and keep it together and just act like I can handle it all. Then I come home and check my Facebook and see all the families with little girls in the hopsital. These girls are fighting for their lives. Does it make me a whiner to complain about our problems when they seem so small in comparison to what I know other families are going through? I know that it probably sounds silly but today was one of those days. One of those days when I felt like I was just complaining about something so small in the grand scheme of it all. Looking and hearing about how much worse it could be. I had to stop and count my blessings. I have 4 other amazing kids who are happy, healthy, kind, caring, love God, and I could go on and on about these kids. Even Payton with all of her special needs, is still considered on the mild end of the spectrum for Aicardi. She can sit up by herself, she can feed herself, she plays with her toys, she knows some sign language, she is so easy going and never really cries, she really is so easy to take care of. I know that there are some of you who are thinking that it is still a lot dealing with it all, and I am not trying to say it isn't. Today however I was just reminded to be thankful for what I do have and stop worrying about the things that are out of my control.

I am thankful that I am able to stop and count the blessings that God has given me even on days when I am feeling overwhelmed and unsure how I will keep going. God is always holding me up, he gives me strength when I feel completely weak. I stopped today to pray for all of the girls and all of the families that are going through so much, who aren't sure they will have their child in their arms tomorrow. Again I was reminded that this is all in HIS hands. His plan is so much greater than anything we can even grasp.