This was going to be a self pity post. Wah, I'm not pregnant. Wah, my family doesn't understand and wants to give my crib away. Wah, wah, wah. Sigh. I was going to post that I was going to mentally prepare myself to not have any more children even though I desperately want more. I'm being greedy I keep telling myself.
Then, I read a prayer request by someone who is trying so hard to live God's life. She is so open to life and is expecting her eighth child, a boy. It's not been an easy pregnancy. I know that she's trying to live the best example of someone who is open to life. You know how it is, people say mean things without really thinking about it. They'll say, "What do you expect having so many children." It's mean. Plain and simple. People with two children have the same types of problems. This family, though is in need of some prayers and help. They're financially strapped. Seriously strapped. The-we're-about-to-lose-our-house-strapped. I want to help but don't know how. The only thing I can offer is prayer. And, gratitude. Gratitude that she has shown me the bigger picture.