Your B12 Shot

This week was a tough one, yet very rewarding.  In fact, it may have been one of the toughest weeks I've had in a while, yet I've received some of the greatest rewards.  I like to think of myself as a positve person, and an encourager.  But sometimes the encourager needs encouragement, and that is exactly what I received, and it was from unexpected sources.  (Side note: It's funny that everything we are looking for, everything we need and want, is usually right in front of us.)

As an encourager and a giver, I find myself growing weary at times.  There are times when I feel totally drained, totally out of it and ready to check out.  At those exact moments, God always gives me some type of good news.  I'll never forget, when my daughters were born, they stayed in the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit) for 8 days because they came 6 weeks early.  Those were the hardest 8 days.  It was so difficult for me to leave them there.  So I visited throughout the day.  When they were about 3 or 4 days old, they were put in an incubator.  This was the first time they had been put an incubator.  They were maintaining their body temperature pretty well, so I thought, "Why now?!  Is there something wrong with them?!"  I wanted them to come home.  After that visit, I cried for a while.  My mom had to almost carry me out of the hospital.  (Post-partum hormones weren't helping either lol).  While I was crying in the car with my mother, I got a phone call, it was my doctor's office, they had the results of our daughters' blood tests.  This test would confirm if they were identical or fraternal twins.  The nurse delivered the news, "Your girls are identical.  Congratulations!"

I thought to myself, WOW!  Our babies are identical!  How often does that happen?!  How blessed are we?!  HOW BLESSED AM I?!  Needless-to-say, that call was delivered at exactly the right moment.  At that specific moment, I felt so depleted, so worried, so distressed, and God gave me my B12 shot.  He gave me what I needed to get through the next few days.  They were born when I was 34 weeks, and were expected to stay in the hospital for 4 weeks, I believe.  Those strong little girls came home in 8 days.  8 DAYS!!!  They ate well (and still do lol) and maintained their body temperature with no assistance.  They are strong, independent little Queens and I can't wait to see them become the trailblazers of their time.

I wrote this tonight, so that you can give yourself a B12 shot.  The holidays are a very joyous time, but the hype of it all, can make some people feel a little down.  As long as you're doing the right thing, believe that God will give you what you need right when you need it.  He will send something or someone your way to encourage you, and remind you of all you have overcome, and remind you of who you are.  Each one of us has power within us that is so strong, it simply cannot be measured.  Our hearts are remarkably resilient.  When you feel depleted, when you feel like you have nothing left to give, be still and wait for the blessing, because it's already been given to you, you have already received your advancement, God is just waiting to deliver it at the exact... right... moment.

Believe it and Receive it!

Love you all!

Dasha