“Oh Great, I’m Pregnant Again…” The Deliciousness of Not Seeing the Future.

 Have those words come tumbling out over the rim of your quivering and frightened lips? Of maybe they are about to, you don’t see how this could possibly be good. If so, let Cliff and I encourage you. We’ve quivered to our liver, down to our toenails, and back to the ends of our hair on more than one occasion. 

Those words tended to project of my mouth just every little whip-stitch.  Not because we didn’t want to have kids and not because we were trying. Oh my land, no! Out of six pregnancies, only one time were God and us on the same schedule.

Our original plan was two children–a girl and a boy through adoption. What we got were three girls, one boy, and two we know nothing about, but anxious to meet at the gates of heaven someday.

Back in Cliff’s high school baseball career, due to a freak baseball accident, a verdict came in that we would never be blessed with babies.

Wrong!

For the first one, we weren’t married. EEEKKK!! Talk about the most obvious consequences of sin. Didn’t get away with pushing God on that one, huh?

Then, after queasy mornings of turmoil, strung in a row like laundry in a turbulent windstorm, I would break the news to my husband. It’s not that we didn’t want children. But they came along so fast and past any barrier we faithfully put in place. (Trust me we were so seriously faithful. We did not make the task easy for God. My mom’s theory was the baseball knocked something loose instead.)

But God was faithful to see us through diapers, bleacher butt, laughter, tears, and a plethora of scares and joys. What Happens When Your Son Climbs on a Casket, Cat+Dishwasher=So Not Good, The Long Nesting Season and many more posts.)

Now it is roughly 30 years since the first time I uttered those words. Little did our internal crystal balls share was what that would mean to us now. Who would have dreamed that while those little interuptions came screaming into our our family as wonderful blessings, they would be hard proof that God knows what he exactly what he’s doing.

While it’s happened gradually–the shift from molding-and-shaping of our four life-wired responsibilities to mentor-best friends–lately we have been soaked from the the torrents of being blessed by our children.

During those shaky hours and days after Mom’s passing, they swept us up in a cloud of ‘what do you need us to do?’ Cole muscled boxes from cleaning out Mom’s room at the care center and handled an awkard incident with Mom’s ashes with the finese of a funeral home pro. (Shouldn’t there be at least one iffy ash adventure with every cremation package?) Misty was a white tornado and kept the house and us spiffed and organized. Casey listened to Ting-Tang-Walla-Walla-Bing-Bang so many times, she was about to hunt the witch doctor down to club him with the stubborn slide show she created for the service. Robin accompanied me to florist, the funeral room, and the church for arrangements. Newcomers to the family, son-in-law Karsten stood in the wings as my understudy,just in case I blubbered through the eulogy, and grandson Bren provided a joyful message that life continues through belly-laughs, snuggles and his four month old rendition of How Great Thou Art. Back when, no way could morning sickness and lack of health insurance ever seen through the fog to these crowning gifts.

Then, if that wasn’t enough, last weekend we were spoiled rotten to commemorate our anniversay. A slide show of our 30 years and a coffee table book of friends and family sharing memories and congratulations brought hilariaty and surprise emotions. Since our blood dribbles to the beat of a basketball bouncing, our supper was sprung for, complete with two imported K-State fans to antagonize during a Kansas Jayhawk victory. Our pick-up mysteriously disappeared and was returned, gassed clear to the top of the tank instead of the usual empty one when it gets ‘borrowed.’

Along with the Long Offspring Anniversary Package came a photo shoot. For some reason our kids thought we needed something a little more classy than this.

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So for fun, here is what we ended up with~

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And this

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And we must have a make-out pic for the kids to say ‘Ewwwww!!!”

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“Children are a heritage from the Lord,
offspring a reward from him.
4 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
are children born in one’s youth.
5 Blessed is the man
whose quiver is full of them.
They will not be put to shame. Psalm 127:3-5

Our most excellent warriors are these flaming arrows, an unexpected legacy, who blesses more than we could have ever imagined.

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Be encouraged! God has you in this pair of shoes for a reason…or many reasons…and it is for good. Good enough that, he will ripple joyful quivers right down to your tip-toes, to the ends of your hair, and right back to your heart.

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7 thoughts on ““Oh Great, I’m Pregnant Again…” The Deliciousness of Not Seeing the Future.

  1. I love it Kelly! I have to tell you this area of my adult life is truly where I learned to surrender to God…where I felt like God was saying do you really trust me, really? When I was in my last year of college I developed blood clots from “the pill” and so had to learn an alternative method (Natural Family Planning) and it truly has been life changing for me. In fact, I think that experience deepened my faith more than anything and my ability to let God be in control and not say to him “don’t worry, I got this one!” Believe me when you tell people you practice NFP you get all of the typical responses. But I started to trust God that he wouldn’t give us more than we could handle and he has fulfilled that promise. Besides…when you hear of all the stories of people who have faithfully used cotraception or had procedures done and still get pregnant you have to realize God’s probably chuckling at our plans and reminding us “he’s got this one!”

    I find it sad people don’t let themselves be open to more children because the joy that comes from them is immeasurable. When we announced this last pregancy we weren’t exactly overwhelmed with warm wishes which was really heart breaking to me. I found myself having to defend our decision to have more than two kiddos. They could understand having a third because we had two boys and probably wanted a girl but a fourth? You could just see the look in their eyes with eyebrows raised! It is hard to be in the babies and toddler stage but they grow out of that and my favorite part of having older children is seeing them interact with their little sister. Now they are getting to witness her throwing temper tantrums and telling them “no” at every turn but my hear melts every time she loves up on them and they return that love.

    God definitely has a plan for families and our plans will always be trumped by his. Pope John Paul II wrote a great epistle on God’s beautiful design for sex and marriage called “Theology of the Body”. I highly recommend reading anything by Christopher West (he puts John Paul II teachings into layman terms). I think every teenage girl and boy should read some of his high school stuff…very powerful.

  2. I love all of your blogs Kelly, but this one was to precious to not comment on. Love,family and God’s direction in our lives, so precious. Thanks

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