Thought I'd give a quick update..............baby Joseph is here safe and sound! 8lbs. 7 oz. 21" born on 4-1-14. Still trying to work through the "newborn phase".....establishing a good milk supply and straightening out his nights/days. The labor went REALLY well and quickly, to. Really thankful for our new little blessing from the Lord!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In all fairness, I'm not thrilled when someone shows up at MY house unannounced, either. I do; however, try to be nice about it. Our family knows me, though, it's like, "If you want me to put aside what I'm busy with (with soon to be 7 kiddos at home again, believe me, I would have stuff to lay aside!) then just give me a little ring first so that I can plan on wrapping up what I'm doing. I'll make much better company that way, I promise." When I've been out door-to-door I try to remind myself of that and keep it brief if the person seems busy......if I can just invite them to church and get a track in their hand, the Lord is able to work on the rest.
My son told me a couple of days ago that if I bought hamburger, he'd go out and cook them on the grill for me! I was like, "Isn't it a little cold?" (He's tough, you know.......he's a teenager, now) So, I'm looking out the window and It is snowing outside. Guess what he's doing right now??!! Oh! How I LOVE grilled hamburgers with the fixin's!!!
Someone just needs to go back to the title and alter it a little. There is a lot of good stuff on here! The last few comments are really getting to the heart of the matter, though. It is all about gender roles and submission to authority the way God has ordained it. We either do it willingly the way it is intended or we fight it tooth and nail in the gray, and sometimes not-so-gray areas!
Thank you. I'm looking forward to April, too. My sister had a stillbirth and another baby she had died from an infection when he was 7 days old. She has only one living child. My husband's parents lost their firstborn son in stillbirth. The hospitals back then never let his mother grieve, and they quickly whisked him away and she did not get to hold him and they and the family attempted to keep her from going to the funeral....unsuccessfully, thankfully. I can't imagine losing a child when you expected all to be well. I knew for five months about our son's condition. So, we had time to prepare to some degree. Not that it was better, just different I guess in that we could grieve some ahead of time. I could never have got through it without the Lord. His strength was the only thing that kept me going, many times I just would tell myself that I'd just take it one day to a time, and ask God to just get me through the day putting one foot in front of the other. There was so much uncertainty. I used to be a terrible worry-wart. I won't say it is gone completely, but through it all, the Lord worked on my heart and my trust in Him a lot. There were many times I wished my husband would just tell me that it would be alright, (I was thinking, lie to me, please!!) but I didn't tell him that. I knew that only God could make it alright, and He, literally, was the only One who could give me reassurance, and the only one who made me feel better when I was down.
What is really hard to swallow, Candlelight, is that this defect is really common. 1 out of 1000 pregnancies are affected by it. Over 95% of them are quietly terminated. I've been there, I understand the hurt, and I understand the feelings that you are so overwhelmed with that you'd love to go bury your head in the sand or run away.........it still isn't right.
It has been quite a year for our family. Last fall we were expecting our 6th son (9th child) and at my 20wk. ultrasound we got the terrible news that our son had anencephaly, a neural tube defect that prevents the proper formation of the skull, and brain, and therefore is uniformly fatal. Of course, the specialists were gently giving their recommendations of termination. We told them of our moral convictions and my regular doctor proceeded on as normal. Before this, I could never have imagined what it would be like to carry a baby you know won't make it. He was so active, and he was a large baby for his condition--a very muscular 7lbs. 14 oz. It took several days of induction when I was overdue before he was born, but in it all the Lord was gracious--there was a lot that could have went wrong that didn't. He passed very peacefully about a minute after he was born. I had time to whisper to him that I loved him. He was born on a Sunday morning and we were able to hold him and the preacher came up to the hospital (all of our little congregation in tow) and they packed out my room (yes, the hospital staff were good with this--They were so amazingly supportive. Many of the nurses I had were professing Christians.) and we had a little service right there and anyone who wanted to look at or hold him could. My favorite part was the congregation singing Amazing Grace through tears. I was deeply touched how many of the ladies wanted to pass him around. (it is not a kind birth defect--but with the top of his little head bundled and his little crocheted hat, all you could see was his little face and chubby cheeks) He was still our little boy, and the Lord gave his life purpose and meaning that changed our family forever and touched many others lives around us as well. I never knew how such a hard thing could change me so much. Even so, I wouldn't wish it on anyone. He passed away on Jan. 27 of this year, it was bitter-sweet. It would have been my daddy's birthday. There were several people praying for him to be healed. It seemed so strange to me because even though I knew the Lord could heal him, I also have witnessed myself that often the Lord lets us go through the tough stuff sometimes anyway. I had seen the ultrasound pics myself--twice. For the Lord to have healed him would have taken a miracle on par with the raising of Lazarus.......there were things MISSING. I didn't tell anyone, I just let those people pray the way they were, and I began to pray that I would want the Lord to heal our Gabriel, but if He didn't, that my boy's life would not be in vain--and I asked the Lord if He would consider sending me another son in his place as he sent Job additional children for the ones he took during his time of trial. I never thought that I'd ever request that of the Lord because Gabriel was a surprise, and also because I'm 41. Well, here I am, it is fall again, and another ultrasound. The technician acted a little funny yesterday, and I'll admit that we were concerned, but the Lord is so very very merciful, and we are expecting our 7th SON around April 7th of this next spring. Everything that they could see yesterday they said looked fine. She said that they didn't get good pictures of the out-flow of his heart because of his position, and that they'll check again in a few weeks but that they didn't think it was a big deal. (he was being a stinker, and she literally chased him from one side of my stomach to the other for an hour) Also, the blood chromosome tests they did all come back negative for trisomy/down's. I was so relieved, I cried. Even now writing this through tears. There have been many hard things in my life, but many good as well. PRAISE THE LORD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you all for the prayer! I got the test results back this morning. Everything that they could see was fine. I am going to post over in the testimony section the "rest of the story". This passed year has been something else.
It may seem dark at the moment, but don't lose hope. There is always a light at the end of the tunnel, keep moving and you'll get there. God won't abandon you; let God be your light. It may take some time, but in the end, everything will be alright.