As I tucked three extra kids in bed tonight, I couldn't help but think "I can do this...I could be a mom of six." Joy mingled with sorrow stretched across my heart during the holiday, as I tried not to think too deeply about the ones that I've lost. Far too many have shared such pain. True joy is only felt by the hand of God concerning these because His love is the only love that can fill such a deep void.
I've noticed during the last few weeks driving in the car or celebrating with loved ones that there was an undeniable feeling of someone missing. I would even find myself scanning the room, counting little fuzzy heads to make sure all of my little ones were there. They were, so why the empty feeling? Why now after all of these years? My mother in law offered that the feeling was because there are two missing. Speaking so freely of lives lost can be healing but shocking to the heart at the same time. I'm not always ready.
I've been seeking my heart about what my deepest issues are. In reality, I have so much more to pour into the lives of my sons. In reality I would love a house full of children. In reality, I'm tired of others trying to steer me away from adoption. "Too many issues, too much baggage...too much trouble." Not to over-spiritualize things, but we so quickly forget that we too were adopted into the family of God- all with too much baggage, loads of trouble and far too many issues... but this adoption is what saved my life. It made me new. It was everything I ever needed and more. That's what I can give a child. Would it be crazy tough? Yes. Would it be a huge sacrifice? definitely. Would it be stretching? Of course...but it would be so worth it.
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Putting aside all that others think
My heart yearns for more
My tears are held behind a dam
so easily implored.
my heart pulses with aching love
at the thought of your sweet face
As we dance hand in hand
swirling round' the room in gowns of lace
To brush your hair or spend some time
doing what little girls do
would make my heart come alive each day
with more deep love for you
so don't lose hope dear heart of mine
I know your aching still
but love desired has come alive
and you can't break loves will.
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So how would it come about? The art of acquiring more children? Honestly, the thought of bearing more almost terrifies me. I could imagine myself pregnant, but extra stuff- shots, surgeries, c-sections, bed-rest...no. Not again. I was thinking to myself the other day how I was very brave for every child that God blessed me with. It's not that I'm not brave anymore. It's mostly because my stores of strength to employ such bravery have been depleted by the sleepless nights of caring for tender hearts and lives.
While balancing my boys, I can't see myself going through all of that. Someone is bound to be neglected and I can't do that. I am finally to the point where my middle son, Gideon is getting the attention he needs. He was 10 months old when I found out I was pregnant, He went from being the center of my universe to being handed off to the nearest relative because my days were filled with the happenings of pregnancy. My milk dried up and I could no longer nurse him. My arms were weak to carry him. I needed so much rest and he needed so much of my love. My heart still breaks for him because even in his birth he was ripped away almost immediately from my arms. I held him seconds after his birth, then did not see him or hold him for days. It was the same thing for my oldest. It was at least a month before I held him for the first time. Ethan is the only one who has always been with me and I find already that I'm letting go more and more as he grows to change the world.
This feeling may pass for a while, but I know it will return. It always seems to come alive when I'm around little girls. Yeah, it's not baby fever. It's son joy and daughter fever.
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