Pall Bearers

Today my father was the pall bearer for his neighbor from his childhood. The guy was in his eighties or nineties so it wasn't unexpected, but I know my father didn't know him very well which makes me wonder why they asked him to carry the casket. It occurred to me that maybe this is one of the problems with having just one or two children. So, as I reluctantly trust God with filling our quiver, I am reminded that my own comfort at the present isn't necessarily something worth sacrificing later blessings for. Could it be that God knows better than me on this?! Why am I so stubborn that I don't realize that more often?

P.S. My sons love for me to snuggle them and scratch their backs while I sing Jesus Loves Me. My daughter cried today because she would rather help me cook dinner than play with her dolls. My eight month old cries if she's not riding around the house on my hip. Who says we have to wait til we're old to enjoy these fruits?

First Attempt!

This is my first blogging ever!!! Wahoo! First there are two rules for this site:

1. Postings should be written with a proper respect of God.

2. Readers should keep in mind that the blogger is a wretched sinner in the hands of a most merciful God and all posts should be read with this in mind.

Introduction:

I am a stay at home mom of four children ages 4, 3, 2, and 8 months. My husband Colin is proudly Scottish and profoundly cute! We've been married almost six years now and are loving almost every minute of it :) I'll write more as soon as changing poopy diapers and cooking meals allow. Here's to a fantastic tool to keeping this half-dazed, homeschooling, housewife's brain functioning at an almost normal level!

Peace of Christ to you!