What's Your Point? Wednesday

I know that I just posted this yesterday, and I am already posting the next day. I know. I know. And a friend pointed out that it was ironic that my post about cutting back got over 20 comments. Let me assure you, the irony is not lost on me. 

All day yesterday, I felt free, like I was no longer carrying a burden. And even my daughter, Saige noticed and said, "You are happy, Mommy." Wow. Wow. Yes, that broke me up into tiny little pieces and then she ran and hugged me and I just about shattered all over the kitchen floor. I was so remorseful. I hadn't realized how my mood was truly affecting them. But that's what sin does. It wasn't the sin of blogging. It was my selfishness. It was the sin of having to get my agenda done. Oh, Lord, help me with balance. Help me to keep perspective and not let myself get in the way. I want to carry my cross and follow you. My point - sin sucks, and I am thankful for His grace.

It all started with Reed doing downward dog and laughing when he could find you from that position. It has become a standard giggle producer in this house. Now even the baby dolls do it. Aren't these pictures hi-larious??!! My point - I love my kids and they make me laugh all. the. flippin. time. 

I follow Heather of Sit a Spell, who lives in Haiti after moving from Texas. She is so funny, so honest and so encouraging. If you haven't been to her blog, you should. You should go now. 

On Mother's Day, she posted a letter her mother-in-law wrote about having little ones. It was so good. I cried big sloppy tears. It was that good. So I copied it here for you to read. If you want to read the original post, go here. My point - mothers need encouragement like this!

I grow increasingly convinced that God values children much, much more than we do. 

We value a clean floor more than children. We value free time more than children. We value the good dishes more than children. We value going out to eat or watching grown-up television shows more than we value children. 

All the world, including the church, tells us that children are a bother, perhaps even a mistake. If you don’t believe that, introduce a family with many babies into your church and see how long it takes for someone to say, “They know what causes that, don’t they?” 

We have let the world convince us that a large family is a curse, when the Bible clearly teaches that many children are a blessing, a sign of God’s great favor. 

If I had the choice right now, there would be more children in my family. And I think I might be brave enough to let God decide how many. 

I remember that it seemed a little frantic around my house when the children were little. I never got “it all” done, whatever “it all” is. There was not much privacy or money or free time. There was lots of laundry and garbage and stinky stuff. The boys were going to be 2 and 4 forever. It was never going to end. 

Don’t get me wrong - I enjoyed my boys. But it was all colored by that worldly, selfish, hurry-up-and-grow-up attitude. And then it was over. I woke up one morning and they were almost as tall as me. The next day, or so it seemed, they didn’t even live with us. Now there is not much garbage or laundry or stinky stuff. And there is much more privacy and money and free time. 

I’d trade it all in a heartbeat. 

I would do laundry around the clock if it meant I could have one more day with my little boys in my home. I want the piles of blue jeans back. If my family had been larger, perhaps I would have grown in wisdom and learned to treasure the tiny victories and agonies of everyday. Perhaps not, but at least it would have lasted longer. 

You think they’ll be little forever. You can’t imagine being able to handle – afford – care for another little life. But you can. And it will be over before you know it, with plenty of years left to use the good dishes. 

Happy What's Your Point? Wednesday!

~cheryl~