A Whole Lot of Mores

My head spins at the realization that God calls me His. Wants me to partner with Him for His will. Fills me with the knowledge that my true place is at His feet in adoration. And brings me joy in ALL of this! This is what I call to mind when I find myself questioning what in the whatever am I doing!

Two more children means a decade or more of parenting dependents. It means more years of homeschooling. Aiyaiyai. All the lesson plans and grading. It means more braces, more muscle rubs with Vick's for growing pains, more bloody noses and tummy aches, more co-pays for well-checks and ear infections, more driver's tests, college tuitions, and more dirty socks on the floor. But, it also means more missing teeth ear-to-ear grins, more twinkly eyes, more tear-stained faces asking for prayer, more goofy jokes retold completely wrong, more giggles around the dinner table, more baseball or soccer or dance, more "I love you!"s, and more of God's babies in our home. I would say it's more than a fair trade. I'll take all the daunting "mores" for all the other "mores" any day.

We have connected with another agency and a pair of bright-eyed little boys that need a home. Could they be our sons? We're praying that God reveals His plan, and that He provides the funds we need to bring them home, should that be His will.

For now, we enjoy a short break from baseball and dance. Preparation for Christmas is our focus and an exciting one at that. It's our first Christmas in this home, and we still find ourselves having to replace and repair things here and there. The latest - the new sliding arcadia doors. So wonderful! We can actually open it without smashing our fingers or throwing out our backs. Our Christmas trees are up and this favorite season for the Gregersens is in full swing, including not having a clear day on the calendar. Gotta love it!