God bless Patsy Clairmont! This pregnancy has been extrememly difficult on me. I don’t know if it is my age, the fact that I have 2 toddlers on top of it, the hormones or what, but I have been so sick and tired and depressed and on and on I could go. I have fervantly prayed for God to give me joy and my humor back, but I just kept feeling defeated! Over and over, He led me to Patsy Clairmont’s material along with Marilyn Merburg, Barbara Johnson, and Luci Swindoll. They teach on joy in the hardships of life.

Today I felt great! This is the first day in probably 10 weeks that I had some energy. I decided it was time to clean house! After 10 weeks of fatigue, it was about to be condemned!!! I prayed early this morning that God would give me the energy to get through this day. I told Him that He would have to control my children and my finances and my cleaning and my, well you get the point. I can’t do it anymore, but He can. I cleaned the bathroom and went into to change JB’s bed. I walked back by the bathroom to see Caleb sitting in the middle of an entire new roll of toliet paper that he pulled off. That’s God’s way of repaying me for all those yards I rolled in my youth! I then, started deep cleaning my bedroom. I had to stop to go fix the boys lunch. I went to look for Caleb. Instead of finding this little blond cherub, I found a 2 foot ghost in a white room that used to be green! Caleb was in MY freshly deep cleaned bedroom with a container of powder! It was everywhere! Yesterday I would have cried. Today, I grabbed the video camera …. and laughed!!

Did God control my children? NO!!! And yes, He did. He controled them to teach me that I can laugh again. That spilt powder is not the end of the world. I’ve often said, “I can laugh about it or cry about it.” Lately, I haven’t been able to laugh about it even when I’ve wanted to. Did Patsy Clairmont work this miracle? No, God did. I bet if I could talk to her right now, she wouldn’t take any credit at all. It is all God’s strength. However, she did listen to God’s call on her life. She does sacrifice to speak for Him, write for Him, laugh for Him. She allows herself to be used as a vessel. Do I open myself up to God to use me? Or do I stay closed up in my comfort zone? Is it possible that God could use me to reach people I don’t even know from just saying, “whatever, Lord”? Sure it is. He can use me and you and a messy 2 year old boy to reach the unreachable. We just have to be willing to let Him.