Many years ago, I was a barren mother. What does that mean? It is a woman who has had no biological children, but God has supplied children to come my way that I took care of. I found a journal I kept when I was taking care of these children and I want to share it with you.
My prayer was: O Lord, you have given me the joyful duty of caring for children while their mom’s work. I ask you for wisdom, and help to do this job for your honor and glory. I pray for each family and each child that your will shall be done in them, as I care for, and nurture these children during this time you have appointed unto me. Thank you for this adventure and for each child. I ask you to help me love them like Jesus, discipline them in and with your Word, and that they grow in grace with me as we go on this intriguing adventure….. in Jesus name, amen.
The Lord has sent me seven children to take care of. I have one adopted, of my own, so I have eight children. Eight is the biblical number for New Beginnings. I will begin this new adventure with eight children: Six girls and two boys, ranging from the age of six weeks to seven years old. Thank you Lord for answering my prayer of many years ago, when I asked you for a house full of children, because I love children, just like Jesus. These months, I have observed the kids together.
The baby, Hope, is eight weeks old. She is the tiniest thing I have ever seen. A head full of curly blond hair, eyes so blue, and pink as a kiss from heaven. She never cries, but she smiles and coos, sleeps and burps, and I change her when she does her jobs after she eats. I hold her, rock her, and lay her down to sleep while I do my housework. Her sister, Amber, is three. She has a head full of curly dish-water blond hair, blue eyes, pink cheeks and she talks all the time. She doesn’t put up with much from the other kids, because she is so opinionated. She knows what she wants and when she wants it, she usually talks the others out of it. No one in the group is going to run over her, and she lets them all know it. She has a lovely personality, sweet disposition in a most adoring way, but she is always ready to let you know she is going to do what she is going to do. I laugh a lot at her antics.
Then, there is Kara. Lord, she is such an adorable child. Beauty, as in Ester, with gentle eyes, and heart of gold. If dolls could come to life, she is one who has. At three, she is lovely in actions, speaking, kindness, and obedient to a fault. She smiles all the time, happy to do whatever I ask her to do and does it with joy. Everyone just loves her to pieces, and she loves everyone. She will eat anything I put in front of her and loves it. Her preference in drinks is milk, but does not fuss if I give her juice. She does not quarrel with anyone, or get upset if they take something away from her. She just gets something else and plays with it instead. I do not speak harshly around her or too her, because she tears up, if my voice isn’t soft and gentle to everyone. When I get loud to get their attention, she has tears jump into her eyes, until she understands it is to get everyone’s attention. I usually tell her, “Honey, I am about to holler for everyone to pay attention, this isn’t about anything except getting everyone to look at me.” After a week of this, she is getting it. I pull her close to me and let her know we need to have everyone look this way so I can tell everyone something special.
Jandy is the life of the party. She is three years old too. Her and Kara are best friends now. She is the alpha and Kara followers her everywhere they go. Jandy is a spirited blue-eyed blond who speaks up and speaks out with an answer you would least expect. She is a bundle of hurry and let’s get it done. At a little Miss Paget, she competed against some really cute little girls, who didn’t have the sparkling personality she had. On stage, dressed to the nines, she looked like a tiny Shirley Temple. She twisted, and posed, and stomped her foot, when they asked her name and she loudly exclaimed: “Why my name is Jandy and I’m cute!” She bowed, curtsied, smiled at the judges as she pranced her little three-old self to the edge of the stage and wowed everyone with another big smile. She had just turned three and she won the contest hands down.
Jessica is the girl with fire in her soul. She is six going on seven. She has been the one who addressed everyone else with, “My way or no way!” I listened to her explain how everyone was going to play together, and not argue…. Everyone was going to be good and not mess up life for everyone else….Rewards came from being good, punishment came from being bad and everyone was going to be good or else…..she never explained what the ‘or else’ would be. She just smiled, turned to me and said, “Isn’t that right, Miss Joyce?” I had to hold my breath to keep from laughing as I said, “She is absolutely correct. I couldn’t have said it better myself.” She was always sweet, but firm, when someone wanted to act out. She wanted everyone to do what was right and do it right now. When I would tell the group something, she would take command and make sure it was done. When we were out at the pool or the lake, she was always policing everyone to make sure they didn’t do anything outside of the rules. My biggest rule was: Stay with a partner and stay close to where I can see you. She never asked permission or approval, she just took charge. It always worked to my advantage. She was a jewel in my crown.
Shelly is my adopted child. She is seven years old, and in the second grade. She was a bit jealous in the beginning, but as soon as she got settled in and knowing them, she accepted them as sisters and brothers. She loved them all. She is an organizer too. She and Jessica get along very well, because they love one another enough to share the responsibility of keeping the peace. Both of them want everyone to get along, everyone to play together, everyone to act right and not cause trouble. They both are reward minded and love the rewards. Going to the pool and lake in the summers. Going on picnics to the park and playing on the swings, slides and seesaws during summer break. We had plenty to do during the winter, getting homework, playing games, watching TV, and the Pac-man game was a real reward for all of them. We all made cookies together and they were a reward at the end of cooking time. Shelly liked to cook, and she liked to lick the bowl, so did Jessica. These two were more like sisters than the rest of them, and I believe it was because of their closeness in age.
I kept these kids, the same ones for seven years. Hope was 7 years old when I stopped keeping kids. Shelly was 14. They all were as close as brothers and sisters could be, without the sibling fighting. They missed each other when they were apart on the weekends, and could hardly wait to see one another on Monday’s. They stood up for each other and played well together. This was a God Adventure and He was Lord of our time together. We had a bible study, the last summer I kept them, when they were all old enough to understand. They loved to hear stories about Jesus from the Bible and were very attentive and asked many questions. We had a real adventure for seven years. They are all grown now. Hope still comes to see me, the others, all have their own lives and I don’t hear from them. Shelly passed on into eternity five years ago. She and Jesus are enjoying the adventure of heaven. I am old and have my journals, and still enjoy the memories.
I hope you have enjoyed them today…..