Giving Thanks

I've been incredibly blessed with a wonderful pregnancy so far. I haven't really struggled with morning sickness and the occasional nausea that stems from waiting too long between meals simply means I have a good excuse to snack ALL DAY LONG (and honestly, who could complain about that?). It's been so good, in fact, that for several weeks I just ignored the nagging ache in my legs.

It wasn't until I was visiting my family in Texas for Katie's wedding (at about 14 weeks) that I began to acknowledge that my throbbing, heavy legs probably meant varicose veins and, even more importantly, that this was something that I should not be dealing with. I say that for this reason: my mom was healed from severe pain associated with varicose veins years ago, and that healing, she believes, broke the cycle of pain that had been passed down in our family. I hadn't claimed it, but healing was already mine.

It took the faith of my mom and Aunt Bonnie for me to realize that. I was sitting at the kitchen table at my parents house, rubbing my sore legs, whining about bulging veins, and those amazing women didn't skip a beat. They immediately knelt beside me and prayed, claiming my miracle. And I got it. I haven't had any pain in my legs since that day.

My mom has always said that we should use the precedent He sets in healing when we come to Him with needs. Use it. She's a wise woman, you know. And He's a miracle worker.