The littlest boy turned 2 a month ago. Time really does fly. It's hard to believe he's the "giant" now that his baby sister has been born. He was the baby just yesterday. He is a rascal in every sense of the word, but also so incredibly cute. He loves to run around and be crazy with his brothers. He loves being outside. And he loves playing on any screen in sight (much to my dismay--yes, my 2 year old does already ask for "i pad time"). He's exploded with words, and he pretty much likes to narrate his life for anyone who will listen. He decided he likes to call me "mama" recently and he comes up and says "Mama, hold me." He is hard to resist :)
Our next boy turned 4 just a few days after his sister was born. He is a super fun loving, very observant little guy who loves to wear jammies all day every day. He can go from saying the most profound things to being the silliest kid around. He loves the color orange. And he loves to sing. He struggles a bit with being quiet (that's nothing new to this house!). He loves learning Bible verses or pretty much memorizing anything, and especially making up motions and songs to things. He loves to snuggle up and read a book with anyone who will read to him. He is our David, definitely one of a kind.
Life with five is an adventure for sure. There are many days where emotions run high. Brimming with thanksgiving and awe of the Lord's blessings in one moment, and the next feeling like I'm circling the drain, trying to come up for air as everything seems to be just too hard and too much. Let's just say any quiet time--no matter how long each day--is much appreciated and necessary in this house! But God has faithfully shown himself to be so merciful in the overwhelming moments. He has met me every time. Sometimes it's been harder to see, but he's always showing up. Like just this week in Psalm 119 he showed me how he rescued, redeemed and revived me through the power of Jesus. But also how he continues to rescue, redeem and revive me in the daily moments of my life, as I cry out to him and speak his truth into seemingly hopeless situations. Sometimes all I can do is cry out, "Lord, help me." And I'm learning more and more to follow that up with a statement of truth, like "Lord I know you're near." or "You are my rock. You are giving me hope." His word is so relevant and so real. I am continually amazed.
I often get asked the question, "How do you do it?" Truly the only answer I have for that is "God's grace." Sounds churchy, but it's true. Period. There is no formula or explanation. I do not have it all (or anything) all figured out about mothering many little ones. I just have to live day to day dependent on His grace and seeking His face. I stumble and fail all the time. My heart's cry remains simply that I will faithfully point these little hearts to Jesus, somehow, in spite of my many failures.
Praise Him, for he truly is the one from whom all blessings flow.
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