Thankful for the Blood that Jesus shed on the Cross
Thankful that God always loves and cares for us
Thankful for you being in my life… yes you who is reading this… you are in a way
Thankful for the support system that is family… who will still love you inspite of all your muwawa
Thankful for the friends who are always true and always there
Thankful for the unconditional love that is plentiful in our lives… that we sometimes take for granted
Thankful for him and the way he puts up with so much of my drama but still loves me
Thankful for the small things in life that make it enjoyable and worth living… the cat welcoming you home by rushing towards you and rubbing its body on your legs…
Thankful to God for making all the above possible and a reality.
Kale it has been 3 years… 3 years of having the blessing that is Rhys. Time can really fly by.
3 years since I last went to the hospital to have a growing ‘entity’ removed from my womb. 3 years since I was screaming my heart out due to the excruciating pain but at the same time dying of laughter. What could I possibly have had to laugh about at that time? The thing is, the other lady who was in the delivery room with me was busy shouting in between contractions,
“Mukama nsonyiwa. Sikyabidamu! Banange Katonda nsonyiwa.”
And ofcourse the nurses were not helping by saying,
“Wagenda yo tolaba?! Nanti mwali munyumirwa.”
It just won’t sound as good in English but basically this is it:
Chick in labour – “God please forgive me. I will not do it again. Please forgive me.”
Nurses – “You understood what you were doing at the time. Busy having a good time.”
The majority of Ugandan nurses are notoriously known for being unfriendly/ unloving although the lady who was taking care of me was actually really lovely. Though at one point, a serious contraction was hitting and she came to say something to me while touching my shoulder, I almost ate her head off. As if she didn’t know better.
But it was all worth it when at 20.15hours, my little bundle of joy was placed in my arms…
And now that it is 3 years later, I feel more blessed and all gooey inside for the joy and blessings he has brought to our lives as a family and all who know him.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY RHYS.
Thought I would share some inspirational words from Joel Osteen…
We hear a lot about detoxing our physical bodies today from all the chemicals, bacteria and pesticides in our foods. It does our body good to go through deep cleanses and rid our bodies of toxins. In the same way, there are all kinds of toxins that can build up in our mind. When we go around dwelling on the wrong thoughts, thinking about what we can’t do, how somebody hurt us, what someone said we couldn’t do, and how we’ll never get ahead; those thoughts are toxic thoughts. And toxic thoughts left alone become like toxic waste. It will eventually contaminate our whole life. It affects our self-image. It affects our attitude and our level of confidence. It becomes a part of who we are.
That’s why it says in Proverbs 4:23, “Above all else guard your heart for it affects everything you do.” The writer is saying to make guarding your mind a priority. Put this at the top of your “To Do” list because if your mind gets polluted, your whole life is going to be polluted. Every morning when we get up, we should go through this cleansing and detoxing. Forgive the people that have hurt us. Let go of every disappointment. Detox low self-esteem. Detox the negative words. Detox little dreams. If you will guard your mind and not let these toxic thoughts take root, but keep it full of faith-filled thoughts, you are going to rise higher and higher into new levels with God!
I missed his laughter…
I missed his contagious smile at a time when I want to kill him for something wrong he has done…
I missed his cheeky way of trying to get away with stuff…
I missed his warm welcome for me when I get home, him struggling to carry what I have brought and fighting to get into my bag to look for his chocolate treat…
I missed the way he sometimes acts all grown up by standing his ground and saying, I SAID NO! in such a sweet way for whatever he doesn’t want to do…
I missed his zeal for life and need to explore, to know what is beyond…
I missed his ability to drive me up a wall because he doesn’t want to follow what I am saying to him…
I missed his singing, Jesus in the morning Jesus in the noooo time…
I missed the essence of him….
…I missed my baby boy.
Rhys was sick last week. He had malaria and a stomach bacterial infection. So vomiting was like the order of the day… every half hour or so for the first two days. On Monday when all this drama started, even with all the vomiting, he seemed strong and was his usual jolly self. But then after a while, he started to seriously weaken probably because of the medicine and his loss of appetite which meant hardly eating or drinking. And the little he would have would end up coming all back after a short while.
It was so gut wrenching for me to see him just lying down on the couch most of the time during the day since he did not have the energy to be up and about, basically like he normally is.
God is our Saviour and hears our prayers… Rhys is now back to being him… but for those days, I really missed him.