Statue of the the Blessed Mother

{Statue of the Blessed Mother}

This pass week had been trying on me and my family. Aside from the loss of sleep, stress and worry, I was determined to not let any of that get me down.

Yes, my son has been sick all week and the we had been in the clear on Saturday morning. The worst that we had to go though in the past few days, was rushing him to the ER due to an allergic reaction to the medication.

In the meantime, I had been a wreck.

My darkest hour, I broke down and cried for my son. I don’t like to see my children in pain, but I refused to give into the spirit of despair.

I still gave God praise.

Even when circumstances tried to rob me of my joy, I continued to give God praise.

I know that things may not always go my way, and I will have setbacks, but I will always give Him praise.


My son’s illness reminded me of this. It taught me that even though things got rough, and hard, looked like there would not be an end, you cannot give up your faith.

I am thankful for:

  • The reaction that my son had to the medication did not do any serious damage. He is officially allergic to Penicillin like the rest of our family (more on that later…)
  • That the worst seems to be over, and he finally got his appetite back.
  • The diarrhea that he had (due to the medication) officially stopped Saturday.
  • Mr. C. was able to purchase the things that Little Z needed to get his skin back in order after being raw from the diarrhea.
  • To be able to give God praise in the mist of trouble.

Regardless of anything, no matter what you may go through, never fear and give God the praise that He deserves.

I believe that everything happens for a reason, and that the hardships of life are just a test.