Being defeated

In the last couple of days, I felt being defeated. I was diagnosed to have gestational diabetes. I dont feel like cooking any more. Friends called asking why we haven't have a house warming, if we plan to have a baby shower...I dont felt doing any of these... I was defeated like a balloon losing its air.

But, so what?

When we were worshiping yesterday morning, I felt like the holy spirit gives me a dose of anti-depressant. God gives me strength to stare at the difficulties in the eyes, laugh at them and wipe them away.

So what! I am weak, but I live on the strength given from God.