In June last year our whole world changed. Our son was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes. It hasn't even been a year yet and our heads are still spinning from it all. Just yesterday, the hubbs and the boy had to leave a major church youth event because his blood sugar was over 500 and we couldn't get it down. Then he bottomed out once home. Then at 4 am this morning he was low again.
Poor Cole, he had to get up twice with him, because I was worn out from working and then being at this youth event and my pregnant body is not getting the rest it needs these days. I am so tired and sick all the time. It's very tough this time around. So, since June it seems as everything has changed. Left job, left church, left school.
I've felt alone. I have felt defeated. I have felt like a failure. I have felt like a loser. I have felt like the world's worst mom and wife. I have felt I was far from God. I have felt unsupported. I have felt uncared for. I have felt exhausted. I have felt broken-hearted. I have felt stress. I have felt sadness. I have felt like it was too hard to go on. I have wished I could turn back time. I have felt angry. I have wondered if this was a cruel joke or if I was being taught a lesson.
I have a hero. His name is Jesus.