Six in a Row
There are times in my life when I’ve been disappointed, not destroyed, not beaten, just disappointed. I’m ashamed to admit it but a few of those times have been at the ultra sounds of our children. We had a girl first and then a few boys to follow, six to be exact. When we found out I was expecting our seventh child, I told Ken I didn’t want to find to the gender. I hated that feeling of disappointment at the ultra sound and just wanted to be surprised. The whole time I was pregnant I...
Read MoreMusings on the Olympics
If you took the fabric from one man’s beach volleyball uniform you could easily make all of the collective women’s beach volleyball uniforms. Why they want to play with sand in all their crevasses is beyond me. The “athlete” blowing the whistle for the rowing teams, gets the same medal as the rowers. Score! According to NBC’s coverage of gymnastics there are approximately 6 other gymnastics in the world other than the USA gymnastics. If you come in fourth you are a huge disappointment...
Read MoreWalk a Mile With Me
More than most things, I want to be understood. I think that is why I seek company with those who have similar experiences as my own. I have friends from many facets of life. Each of them understands me differently. My sisters understand my upbringing. My roommates from college speak my language from the inside jokes we made during those years. Now I have a few friends who are also raising a gaggle of children. All of these friends can...
Read MoreFaith Of A Child
The Bible tells us that we are to have the faith of a child. There have been many times in my parenting when I have been delighted by something that my children have said, but when they speak spiritual truths; it thrills me to a totally different level. Sometimes their theology is a little askew and they say things like: Jesus is the Son and God is the moon, or God is everywhere so He walks on my very lightly, or I can’t see God but He can see me, because His eyes are bigger than mine....
Read MoreA Labor of Love
I recently entered the third trimester of pregnancy and inevitably my mind has been wandering to the entrance of our seventh baby into this world. In part I am sure this has to do with the way a pregnant woman feels at this time . . . miserable, pretty much. But the reality of the baby coming is also becoming clearer. It is no longer a future event, but rather something for which I need to clear out my closet. Remember how I celebrated last year that the nursery became our walk in closet?...
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