Monday, January 31, 2011

Picture Day!

Today was Picture Day!  Yes, it was met with many groans!  Then there was the scramble to find matching outfits (no, you don't have to do it that way--but I like how it pulls the picture together).  Then out the door at 9:20 a.m.  We got to the mall a little early so the kids got to play in the little play area.  <shudder>  Sorry!  All I could think about was all the germs on those things and how the stomach flu is running rampant in our area right now.  But what can you do?  Thank heavens for hand sanitizer!

The photographer was nice and pretty patient.  Unfortunately, it took a long time to take the pictures and then for me to decide.  So there were other people waiting and some didn't handle that so well.  One lady got pretty hot!  I felt so bad.  I understand the not wanting to wait.  I hate waiting, especially when I have a baby that is going to need to eat.  But this lady did not handle it well at all.  On a happier note, while I did spend more money than I'd like to have, it really wasn't any more than what I spent on Olan Mills portraits years and years ago!  And this time I got a CD with permission to make as many copies as I'd like!  And Rick didn't even give me that "Oh, no you didn't" look.  So...it was a pretty good day today!  The mall was even somewhat deserted and we did not get any weird looks--at least none that I was aware of.

Now I am sitting here and I keep looking at the pictures!  Sitting here in a COLD house!  Had to turn the thermostat down after that last huge power bill.  Anyone else suffering from shock after their power bill?




Sunday, January 30, 2011

Our Family Verse

"Sons are a heritage from the Lord,
children a reward from him.
Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
are sons born in one's youth.
Blessed is the man
whose quiver is full of them.
They will not be put to shame
when they contend with their
enemies in the gate.

Psalms 127:3-5

This is where we get the term quiverfull. Those of you who have seen our license plate may have already asked us about what that means. (And no our plate does NOT say Overful!) It means that we consider our children a blessing from God and we will not be turning down any that He wants to send our way. Did we always feel that way? No, we didn't. Well, we always felt our children were blessings, but there was a time when we considered it our decision as to when and if we would have anymore.

Sometime after the birth of our fourth child, I felt like God was telling me that I needed to be open to having more children. Originally we thought we would just have four children. Rick was the oldest of four, I was the youngest of four.......that seemed like a good number. I'd always been fascinated by large families and when I was little I had planned on having a lot of children. But then most little girls do! Everyone in my family can tell you the story about how when I was about 3 or 4, they would hear me on Saturday morning bright and early, rocking in my little red rocking chair and chanting "I wish I was a mama!" Boy, did God grant that wish! And then some!

Okay, so God had my attention! More children? Sure, I'd love to do that. But Rick....well let's just say he had some reservations. I talked to him about it, but he was definitely not sold on the idea. He had the typical worries that I would dare say most men have....How can I provide for a large family? Raising children can be expensive. And well, we weren't exactly the most patient parents. Turning over your family size to God? Letting Him bless you with as many children as He saw fit? But that could mean a child every year! Surely that isn't what He wants us to do. He wants us to be responsible with our fertility. Right? Wasn't it being irresponsible to keep having children? That is certainly what the world would have us to believe. So, anyway, Rick was not sold on the idea at first. I was determined not to nag him about it. I just prayed and told God that if that is what He wanted for us, then it was going to be up to him to change Rick's mind. I continued to read about other quiverful families and I continued to pray about it. Occasionally it would still come up in conversations. Then something happened. I noticed Rick now was defending the quiverful mindset! God HAD changed his mind. So....we threw out the birth control. I won't say it wasn't scary at times. I was still a bit apprehensive about the thought of having a baby every year. I'm one of those women who does not stop having periods while nursing a baby. Doctors had told me before that I could very well be one of those women who gets pregnant even though I nurse on demand for the first year. But if God truly was telling us to do this, then it would be okay. "We" had planned our first four children and liked that they were all about 2 years apart.

Things didn't go exactly as I'd planned (notice that I still had a plan here). We were perfectly content to accept another baby if God sent us one, but I wasn't prepared for what happened instead. I did get pregnant (right on schedule) but when I went into the doctor around 9 weeks, he did not see/hear a heartbeat. He wasn't that concerned. He just said come back in 2 weeks and we'll do another ultrasound. I didn't make it in for that next appt. because I started miscarrying before that. That was one of the hardest times in my life. I'd always been worried about losing a baby. You could say it was a fear of mine. But more than that....what did this mean? We had just turned our fertility over to God. We'd said we would accept any children he wanted to give us. I would have been okay if we had not had any more. I mean I wanted more now, but if we didn't have any more then I'd KNOW that was God's plan. But this? What was this? Getting pregnant only to lose the baby? Of course, I had one person tell me that maybe this was God's way of saying to stop having children. I KNEW that wasn't it though. I will admit that I was angry. I went through the whole grieving process, but boy I dwelled on that anger for quite a while. It wasn't long before I got pregnant again and we had our 5th child. After him, we had another early miscarriage. Again, I was down in a pit. God was there for me though. I did not go through the anger this time, but I did not like the pattern that I thought I was seeing form. Miscarriages took a lot out of me physically, but nothing compared to what they did to me emotionally. I did not want to experience that pain over and over again. But we still heard God saying to trust him. And we did (and do)! Those of you who know us well, know that we have gone on to have 4 more children. We do not second guess our decision to turn our fertility over to God. It was something that we heard very clearly from Him. I have found that sometimes others want to argue with us about that decision and say that God would not want us to do that--that we heard wrong and we are twisting scriptures. We do not preach the quiverful lifestyle to others. It isn't our place. Just as I could not have changed my own husband's mind, it is not my place to change yours. But I do ask you to listen if you are feeling led in this direction. Really listen to what He is saying to you. No, he isn't going to require it of you. You are given a choice. But if He is saying that he wants to bless you with more children, do you really want to say "No, thank you?"

And as for those worries about being able to provide for a large family....well ask us some time! We'll tell you how richly God has blessed our lives! No, we are not rich in the material ways of this world, but then again, we aren't lacking either. There have been hard times and scary times, but those were also the times when God showed us who He is! When times were leaner, with the birth of every child there came a new contract for Rick's business. Most of the time, these contracts fell in his lap! What I mean by that was that it was not through Rick's own doing that he got the jobs. They would come from calls out of the blue. No, they were not coincidences. The timing was just too perfect. That was God's way of reminding Rick that he was not the one providing for his family. God was providing for HIS family and He will continue to do so.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Welcome to my first attempt at blogging!

My daughter, Rachel, designed and got this blog started for me. I am hoping I have time to post some things. This may be one more thing that I do when I should be doing other things though! Like playing around on Facebook when I should be gathering information for my taxes. Ugh! Which sounds more appealing to you?

Well, this was definitely not a typical weekend! But then again, is there even such a thing as typical anymore? Rick was doing extra work for the business and the three oldest girls spent most of the weekend with their grandparents. Richard actually went to work with his dad. So I was here at home with the five youngest children. I had visions of doing some house cleaning and maybe even taking my Willow Tree Nativity set off the mantle and packing it away. Reagan had other ideas though. She just wanted me to sit and nurse her all morning. Can I count actually getting a shower and washing my hair as an accomplishment? Well, I will because many times that doesn't happen. So I got my shower and straightened up a tiny bit. When Rick got home, Reagan and I went out to do some birthday shopping for Rachel and Ruth.

While nursing Reagan for most of the morning, I got to just sit back and watch the boys interact. I mean really watch them. So much of our time lately is me correctly them, rather impatiently, I might add. But today there was no pressure to do anything (except nurse) and the house was a bit calmer, so I spent more time observing them and just listening. Well, if you have ever been around a 3 year old, 5 year old, and 7 year old, you know that you can't just listen. You have to answer lots of questions. Today I was able to answer them while they had my full attention, with no other distractions. I was struck by how funny they are. You sometimes forget that when you get caught up in trying to do school, laundry, meals, and emails! When listening to them, I find myself chuckling at their vocabulary (where did they get that?) and their mannerisms. It was a rough week with lots of sibling rivalry (translated--screaming) in our house. I am very glad that the week ended with me being able to step back and see some of the good things. I DO like being a mommy to all nine of these very different children!