When I was pregnant with Caleb, my second child, I was working as a preschool teacher. One day I had my 4 & 5 year old students draw pictures of God. One student drew the earth and another drew a giant brain because, "God knows everything." There is one picture, however, that I can still recall vividly above the rest.
This little girl drew a large person wearing a long flowing gown with an enormous belly. Inside the belly were dozens of miniature people. When asked to describe her picture, Hannah said, "This is where God keeps all of the babies before He gives them to the Mommies and Daddies."
Yeah, that's what I thought to.
While some of you may have wondered about my ability to manage the four little ones in the picture I posted on Tuesday, what I really am is overwhelmingly humbled and overwhelming blessed.
Abundantly blessed by the mere presence of these little gifts from God and humbled by the responsibility that has been entrusted to Tim and I. When we entered into marriage we knew that children would be a part of the plan. That being said, I always saw us being a duel career, 2.2 child family. I never saw the hand of God in the creation of a family. I probably would have acknowledged it if questioned, but I would have taken a more modern approach to family planning! My talk and my walk would not have lined up.
I really don't know what changed in me. Perhaps it was realizing how much a child brings to a family. Maybe it was finding strength I didn't know I had through the many roles of motherhood. It could be the changes in Tim and I as we came to new understandings in marriage. I really don't know.
What I do know is that as this change has continued to occur, I find myself overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with responsibility. Overwhelmed with joy. Overwhelmed with love.
Overwhelmed with blessing.