Sunday, July 10, 2011

Why I have babies....

I have been discouraged lately.  Still sick.  Still stuck to the couch.  Still barfing up bile each morning.  Still humiliated each time someone surprises me with a visit, to find heaps and piles of who knows what lying around, not dealt with.
But today in church, I was once again renewed with hope.  There were TWO brand new babies there. I couldn't help myself--I was the baby hog that mothers dread! (Hey, I am admitting to it--that's half the battle, right?)  As I held and carefully examined little Eadie Beisel,  I was stunned at how precious little babies are.  They stay little for such a short time!  I was stunned that I have experienced new life in my home five times!  I was filled with excitement that I will have another chance to experience the joy of a new baby!  EXCITEMENT people!  I  am convinced that the more babies a person has, the more they want because they value the experience all the more.  Have I stated the fact that I LOVE BABIES???  Sick or not, I walked out of church thrilled at the future of another one in our home, convinced that I can make it through 6 more weeks of nausea and fatigue.
A lot of people wonder why Kevin and I want so many children.  It's as though we are a freak of nature or a circus act of some sort.  Our reasons are purposeful.  When attending Bible college,  I was an audience to a debate, one team composing of those who who thought families should wait to have children and then carefully control the amount;  the other team consisted of those who were pro-large family.  The debate did not last too long, because the large-family team won hands down!  I won't go into details, because I don't want to offend anyone--but from that moment on, I decided that if God gave me a family, I wanted to make them priority and give God the ability to do whatever He wanted in my family, even if that meant I would oppose the culture around me by having LOTS of children.  I told Kevin that evening (we were dating at the time) that I wanted 12 children when we married!  He, in shock at the thought, could not respond.  After considering it, he came back and said I was worth having 12 kids, so my desires were fine.  =)   (I am all about communicating BEFORE marriage...no assuming !!!)  The rest is history.  We are going on 10 years of marriage, so I am on track so far.  =)
I am not Mormon. I am not Catholic (do even these religions do pro-family anymore?).  I am also not a legalistic quiver-full movement person.  Kevin and I LOVE our kids.  We love each and every one and we can't imagine what ANOTHER one would do to change the dynamics of our family--but we anticipate it!
Did I mention that it is hard?  Overwhelming?
Our kids aren't deprived---at least they don't think they are.
Just so you know,  these are dumb comments:
 "Don't you know how babies are made?"
 "Don't you have a T.V?"
"This is your last, I hope."
"You aren't going to have more, are you?"
Please, if you don't have something intelligent to say, just keep your mouth closed. (This is what I teach my children.)
So, out of the muck of discouragement I come.  I am back on track to optimistic dreams of my purposeful life! I am thankful that God has given me these GIFTS of little ones, who someday will be adults, serving the Lord themselves!
Alright--where are the pickles?
                                                                   Noah Jeremiah age 8 1/2
                                                   


Constance Joy age 7 (almost)


                                                                Lily Clara 5 1/2


                                                                   Joseph Gompert 3 1/2



                                                            Susanna Lorraine 20 months


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Psalm 139:13-16 "For Thou didst form my inward parts;  Thou didst weave me in my mother's owmb.  I will give thanks to Thee, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;  Wonderful are Thy works, and my soul knows it very well.  My frame was not hidden from Thee, When I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth.  Thine eyes have seen my unformed substance;  And in Thy book they were all written, The days that were ordained for me, When as yet there was not one of them!"

Psalm 127: 4-5 "Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, So are the children of ones' youth.  How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them;  they shall not be ashamed when they speak with their enemies in the gate."

Sunday, July 3, 2011

How many bridges can I burn in one day?


I had a nightmare this past week, regarding something very close to my heart, family segregation in our culture, particularly,  in our churches.  Kevin and I discuss church and family government ideals and theories for hours.  (And now that I have been couch-ridden, listening to conservative talk radio all day, I now can involve myself in delightful American government discussions as well!) ANYWAY, this terrible dream involved me compromising my beliefs, and I woke up angry and disappointed in myself, that I failed so miserably in my dream.  SO I resolved myself to type out, in essay form, my PERFECT idea on how a church should operate.  WOW, what a paper it was!  I fixed every problem and issue!  I wanted to post it on facebook, post it on my new blog and show the world what the ideal really is.  However,  the essay was harsh, and I didn't dare show anyone until I showed it to Kevin.  So I waited in great anticipation for Kevin to arrive home.  Something strange happened after my afternoon nap--I pondered how many dozen people I might offend in a very short period of time, and soon realized that Kevin would not be proud of my heartless essay of high ideals.  Later in the day, I closed my document on the computer, hoping Kevin wouldn't even know I wrote it.  
That evening, in reading my latest favorite book, "Homemaking" by J.R. Miller, I read this: 

"Theories are not half so important as the parents' lives." 

 "We impress ourselves upon our children less by what we teach them than by what we are."  

This was a painful moment, being reminded that theories are fine, but my character and life as a mother, wife and teacher is far more important. My personal and spiritual refinement is FAR more important than burning many bridges with those I love as I try to prove an unnecessary point.  

When will I learn?   

I will stuff this printed essay in the depths of my journal, and hope my truck of journals burns sometime before I die.  
AND I am thankful that Kevin encourages me to seek the betterment of others.



Friday, June 24, 2011

The depths of my morning sickness.

I am not sure this is the perfect time to begin blogging my life away, due to the fact that I am in the 8th week of pregnancy.  My usually purposeful, disciplined and obsessive tendencies give way to near inability to function.  The home management falls apart.  Noah's ketchup packet tricks in the bathroom stick on the toilet a little (okay, a lot) longer than usual.  The kids, though obedient and helpful, begin to lose hope in the direction and guidance of mom.  Kevin falls asleep on the couch from mere exhaustion from his work load, the kids, and filling in the undone "mommy" gaps.  It's a hard humbling trial for me, one I anticipate ending  (hopefully at week 16, as usual).

However!!!!  ALERT!!!!  I am growing a baby! This is important unseen work!  My unborn child is the size of a kidney bean, and has working knees and elbows.  He is growing fingers this week.  This is a huge task, and gives me a glimmer of hope while I stay sick......

And then I ponder the millions of babies who are aborted.  This thought makes my blood boil, even in my sickness!  But for another time....

So when I got pregnant, I decided up on two goals:

1.  NO COMPLAINING.  This has been hard and I have failed on occasion.  I am thankful for so much, and I know this small amount of suffering is for my benefit and character building.  It also helps to stay away from people---the temptation to complain is lessened when no one is listening.  =)

2.  No T.V. or movies.  I hate movies.  I used to endure them on occasion, but now I can't even do that.  I would rather stare at a blank wall than watch a movie.  My conscience is sensitive and I never plan to change this.  However, I find that when I get sick with morning sickness, I find relief in movies--T.V., chick flicks, anything to occupy my mind......my conscience goes out the window and I waste my hours in junk and worthelessness.  Not to mention, letting my kids do the same.......NOT THIS TIME!  I bought a pile of edifying books on Amazon, and have a big pile next to my chair. I have already put a dent in this pile.  It's been a blessing so far.  I also have my knitting basket and my Audio Bible series next to my chair.  So hopefully I will come out of this season less "scarred."

Eight more weeks.  Can I make it?  Oh, I anticipate getting a bit of my life back.  I look forward to eating, thinking clearly, managing my home better, and simply feeling good again......