A Study in Contrasts
Today we’re taking a look at two sets of contrasts. First, the weather in Minnesota at the end of April:
I’m sorry. That whole global warning thing?
Just. Not. Feeling. It.
I’m reminded of that scene in Frog and Toad Are Friends where Frog rips the April page off Toad’s calendar. “Wake up, Toad!” Frog cries. “It’s May!”
Only it’s God at the calendar and we’re going backwards instead.
Today’s second contrast is also about seasons—seasons of motherhood, though, rather than Armageddon weather.
It’s about “having one’s hands full” when one has lots of kids. As you can see:
My hands are often empty.
(Expressing breast milk so that your daughter can “nurse”? Highly recommended, except I fear I’ve ruined this girl for the religious life.)
It’s a contradiction that people don’t always get: the more kids you have, the more help you have!
And the more help your kids give, the more love they learn.
Love is a very good thing, I find.
The world could use a fair share of it.
Yes, I’m busy, but it’s a good kind of busy. It’s like when I told my dad we were expecting Francis. I was scared to tell Dad we were expecting Francis, because I knew he and Mom were worried about me.
“But aren’t you tired at the end of the day?” he asked.
“Of course I’m tired at the end of the day!” I laughed. “Aren’t you?” He had to admit that his daughter was right and plus he sees the effect of all those babies. (He should; he and his wife had six.) He sees my sisters who, though in their fifties and sixties, are still going strong helping out with their kids’ kids…
…and he sees that the love gets multiplied, not divided.
Okay, stepping down lightly from my pulpit now. I guess all I really wanted to say is this: If you’re on the fence about having more kids…
(Yes, my daughter reads Calvin & Hobbes.)
Take a leap of faith and trust what comes.
Trust me. I speak from experience.
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