I must confess, I haven’t looked upon this last year as necessarily a blessing to our family. I saw a lot of distress from all sides, and I guess I blamed myself for my body not working correctly.
But this week, I noticed something different. I’ve been up and down the past couple of weeks and I went down again halfway through the week.
#1 My husband didn’t bat an eye. He walked in from work and asked, “What do you need? Is there anything I can do for you?”
#2 My oldest children, took over as Mom and Dad putting children to bed, helping me up and down stairs, to the bathroom, and with food/meds.
#3 One of my children went with me to get labs done, and pushed or pulled me to and from places.
#4 My youngest prayed for me tonight… I mean, it was ALL for me. “Help Mommy feel better with …. help her to heal and not hurt anymore…” etc. If you know her, that’s not usually the case. She even gets mad when it’s someone else’s birthday!
And I thought, “How can this be a bad thing? My children have learned that problems come with being a family, that family helps each other other, and that compassion and service are what people need when they are down.” So, okay, God. I get it. It’s not about me. It’s about the love you have for us and sharing it with each other. Thank you. 
Journey back to Eden 