Why I Quiver

quiv - ver - ing

1.      The act or state of trembling. Implies fear and trembling (as in reverent fear of God).

2.      A twist on the word “Quiverfull.”

Psalm 127

A song of ascents. Of Solomon.

 ¹ Unless the LORD builds the house,
   the builders labor in vain.
Unless the LORD watches over the city,
   the guards stand watch in vain.
² In vain you rise early
   and stay up late,
toiling for food to eat—
   for he grants sleep to^[a] those he loves.

 ³ Children are a heritage from the LORD,
   offspring a reward from him.
⁴ Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
   are children born in one’s youth.
⁵ Blessed is the man
   whose quiver is full of them.
They will not be put to shame
   when they contend with their opponents in court.



The form of birth control we use in our home is simple:

we allow God to have control. 

      Fearing God doesn't mean we believe our relationship with Him is tentative or precarious.  Quite the contrary, it means that we are so overcome by thanksgiving by His mercies and His free gift of salvation, that we long to fellowship with Him and partner in His will.  We are submissive and so very blessed because of it.

      Being "quiverfull" doesn't necessarily mean we will have a large family.  It means we are open to the number of children God blesses us with.  For some families, they parent by adoption, or simply by mentoring to children in the community. 

     
     Why would we be willing to have a large family?  

     Because God says when He blesses, He provides as well.

     Here is a great resource if you are a quiverful family:

     Quiver Full of Information

Cupid, My Quiver Filler

While I've been keeping off of the computer, and using my time in praying for our country's needs regarding abortion (see my doula blog), babies, and just pro-life issues, my family has discovered that we've been blessed with another baby!

Just to clear up any questions, yes, this has been the third year in a row we've celebrated Valentine's day by receiving the gift of a new child, and, as old legend has it, Cupid, a cherub of love, shoots with an arrow, purposing the target to fall in love.  Well, as my quiver fills (Psalm127:3-5), those arrows make me fall in love even more...with God.  :)

We've known for several weeks now, and it's been tormenting me waiting.  So, I give in.  I have to share this most blessed news!! 


Little baby #4 has a strong beating heart and is due for some snuggling sometime around November 14.

Psalm 127

Had Hoped

[Editor's Note: it is so crazy to think I was inspired to publish this post just a few weeks before my own miscarriage experience.  I think the Lord was planting a seed for me, letting me see through my journey just how very much He loves me.  I wonder how often this happens to others, and how often it is overlooked?]

Jesus' death didn't instill any faith in anybody.  In fact, it did quite the opposite: it shook faith!

Luke 24:21

Yet, these two men stayed the dark, sad path.  When Jesus appeared, they did not veer to the left or to the right.  They stood, and then they all walked together.  Jesus spoke softly to them along the way, explaining and revealing in subtle ways who He is.  They were so broken hearted they didn't recognize the voice, the presence, the Lord.  Still, He kept along beside them, gently loving them, even when He corrected them:

"Don't you see that these things had to happen, that the Messiah had to suffer and only then enter into his glory?"

I am reminded of this as I think on the deep grief a young mother must feel at the loss of her child through miscarriage or stillbirth.  It isn't the death of the Messiah, for sure, but a cherished, loved and irreplaceable person, just the same.  What else, truly, is there to say, other than, "I had hoped". 

"Had Hoped"



Stay the path.  Jesus will meet you there.  He will stay alongside you, through to the very end of your journey.  He will reveal Himself to you.  Stay the path, Sister.  He's coming.

Obtruding Obsession

I love pregnant bellies.  I love being pregnant.  That large, tight canvas of skin perfectly encasing God's newest creation.  Just like a Christian can't hide the work of God in their life, neither can a pregnant mama...marvelously, regardless of her faith.

I accepted the Lord in my first pregnancy, so that may have something to do with it.

To all of my friends, I apologize.  I am definately the one that runs up to your tummy, places my hands all over it (totally uninvited) and stoops down to tell your precious little blessing that I am so thrilled to know that God is creating him.




I just can't help it.

:)