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Why Me?

Have you ever had a mum ask these questions? Why did this happen to me? I ate healthy, I took my vitamins and folic acid tablets as instructed and why did my child have to be unwell? I never smoked, I never drank, I exercised, went for my antenatal clinics and then this? These are some of the questions a mum was asking other mums in an interactive blog yesterday.

One thing I loved from the responses was that some mums made deliberate decisions not to become victims but victors. Some said they chose not to pity or blame themselves but instead were grateful for the lives of their children no matter the health issue they had. Some even thanked God for allowing them to be in a country where their children can access the best medical care and live normal lives. Another mum said she never asked 'why me' but instead asked 'why not'. She said God knew that she is storng enough to handle the situation at hand and would take her through. I liked those responses of courage and acknowledgment that God is well able to handle the situations. Children are His, and  we are just stewards.

Dear mum, never blame yourself for things that are beyond you. The Lord chose your womb to carry that baby for nine months and yes we need to do everything humanly possible to ensure that we eat healthy, get good medical attention, trust Him for a safe delivery and healthy child etc. But guess what, that baby belongs to God .That baby is God's creation and He does what He pleases so that all glory and honour may go to Him. If you ever get yourself  in that 'why me situation' remind yourself that God is in charge and will carry you through the situation. Let us count our blessings each day.

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