How is THIS my life?
Six weeks ago our 7th child, our 7th son to be exact, arrived. The photo above was taken about 16 hours after he was born, when his brothers packed the solarium down the hall from our room at the hospital and met their newest brother for the first time.
~O my 3 year old seen above holding the stuffed kitty, so enjoyed meeting his little brother for the first time outside of my belly that he comes up to baby ~P every few days and says to him in his 3 year old way “That was so bootiful at the hospital…” reminiscing about that special moment and thanking his baby brother for his role in it.
I always tell people that I never dreamed I would have a big family. I grew up with two older brothers and three kids if I was going to be pressed to pick a number always seemed like a good one.
So really I have no well thought out, hammered in steel answer as to why I have this outrageous life besides mustard seed faith.
What is mustard seed faith?
It’s hearing the subtle voice of God that rises up inside you like a wisp in thoughts that seem all too easy to shush away as ridiculous, impossible, foolish, and imprudent and saying yes to them.
God then takes your yes and grows it, like a mustard seed.
Mustard seeds are really small, but when planted and watered they grow into something quite large, nothing like how they started.
And yup I heard, “Give me the things you are white knuckling Lisa.”: so bit by bit one yes at a time I : moved to Vermont away from family and friends, tamed my perfectionist tendencies, turned to humility instead of pride, and the biggie, gave God control of my fertility.
I know, it sounds crazy but there it is and each time I say yes to those nagging whispers this life becomes more and more filled with grace (the free and undeserved help that God gives us to respond to his call to become more like him).
Not perfect, but filled with grace. Yes I get irritated and let myself and others down, but I am so thankful that I have more opportunities to try again in little mustard seed sized portions.
I have seen with my own eyes how that mustard seed grows, and it is beautiful.
Love to y’all.