What am I doing here???

I have been told so many, many times that I should write a book. For someone who has difficulty even thinking in complete sentences anymore, that task is formidable, to say the least. So when someone suggested this as the "perfect" solution, I figured I should at least find out what a blog is . . .


I must confess: it feels very vulnerable, but also intriguing. I have decided on a trial period to see how it fits. Is it therapeutic, or does it pinch? We'll see. Don't know when, but it will be obvious. If not, all that would otherwise follow, can just keep rumbling around in my head. Even if I post more than this first one, I don't know that I will ever let anyone I actually know read it.


I am still in the middle of parenting, even though I have been at it for over 20 years. Allow me to pause for a moment, and let that actually sink in.


Okay, I can breathe again. Yes, our oldest is about to be 22 and our youngest is 9. We fit everywhere and nowhere. We have 4 lovely daughters and 3 manly sons. 5 of the seven came the "regular" way. The two youngest sons came by way of Siberia. Far, far eastern Siberia.


I believe that God knew what He was doing when He, in His Sovereignty, made me mother of 7 children. (I just don't know what I am doing half the time.) I remember when our first child was born. It was an amazing experience, and I think I could birth a dozen more if I just didn't have to be pregnant for 9 months. Anyway, they teach you all about how to prepare for and survive labor and delivery. (Lamaze breathing is a skill I still use at times.) But I remember with chilling sobriety the feeling of utter helplessness and cluelessness and every other mind-numbing "ness" I experienced when we came home from the hospital and set her down in her little car seat in the middle of our living room floor. Everything inside of me screamed, "WHAT NOW??? What on earth do I do now?"


Well, He has been teaching me the answers to that question ever since. What is to follow, assuming there is anything, will be my perspective on what He has taught me and continues to teach me from inside the antbed, otherwise known as my life! Thank you, Lord, for Your enduring Faithfulness and Sufficiency. May You be Glorified.


Anne