Sitting in church this morning with our two-year-old, I was looking around at several families with new babies (and/or some on the way). It appears that many are growing by leaps and bounds. On any given week, I can name at least 1 and a half hands full of families with in excess of 4 children. Some may say it has to do with being (fill in the blank) religion. It doesn’t matter which one, from my observation, as it seems that many with a close, traditional relationship with God and regular attendance at some form of service choose to have (or allow) many children into their lives.
It struck me as puzzling that God chooses to give the family near the front row eight, that’s right people, eight children when there are other families that are complete with just two adults. Granted some of those two people families are such by choice, but others aren’t. I just don’t always get the grand plan, but I guess I’m not on a need-to-know basis with God re: that subject.
It feels as though I (can’t speak for my other half) am just about content with God’s plan for us, but every once in a while there’s a twinge. The other day, for example, I was walking through the hospital when the announcement chime went off on the overhead and was then followed by that sweet little lullabye they play when a new baby is born. I teared up. Not sure why. Perhaps mourning those who never made it or maybe it was gratitude over the one who did.