More and more love
I had a conversation yesterday during an appointment. It went something like this…I admire you moms that can stay home. I couldn’t do it. When I leave my job the real work begins. My days off are about all I can handle. There was more but you get the gist. What was so sad was the underlying message that while this person undoubtedly loves her children, they are not necessarily a joy and a blessing to her. I find myself becoming more and more passionate about my calling as a mother, keeper of my home, and supporter of my husband. These types of conversations can be so awkward because I want to share my faith and the Lord’s calling but I am petrified of coming off as self-righteous and offending people. I tend to just nod along and smile because I don’t know what else to say.
I was thinking today about large families and how each of our children came to be. Sawyer was conceived shortly after a miscarriage. If our other baby had lived full term, we wouldn’t have our Sawyer. (I can’t wait to meet that little one someday!!) Jubilee was a surprise. If we had been “more careful” we would have missed out on knowing her. Evangeline was a last minute “let’s see what happens”. We had contemplated trying to conceive the month before (and decided not to) or waiting another year and working around football season. If we hadn’t conceived that month, we probably would have waited another year and missed out on knowing her, too. Don’t know where I am going with all this but I just wonder who else God has in store for us and if we weren’t open to having more children, who else we would miss out on. With every child you have you just add more and more love in your life. Isn’t that such a nice thing to think of?
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