Today was not unlike many other days at Walmart. Victoria in the cart seat, Connor in the basket with all the items we were going to buy, and the other four in line behind me, Cait closest to me and in order from youngest to oldest. (Not to mention the “other one” hiding in my womb.) We stopped for our usual “quick” bathroom break before we headed back to the car, passing by the gawkers on our way to the restroom. And I’m not exaggerating about the gawkers, literally everywhere we go, people either smile and you can see them silently counting the kids, or they are laughing, or they are giving a smile and nod of approval. The looks are varied as well as the responses.
All the kids were finished in the bathroom and I had just gathered my crowd around when a lady saw all the kids with me and asked with a very surprised tone, a tone I’ve heard time and again. “Are they ALL yours?!” After I happily agreed (for the millionth time, and I kind of wonder if the kids get tired of hearing this question over and over again), she asked bluntly, “HOW will you pay for all of them to go to college?!” I said, as she was walking out the door, “I don’t know, but God does.” The lady at the counter washing her hands asked, “Did she just ask how you would pay for their college? How rude!” I ended up having a nice talk with her and found out that she had had 6 kids herself, and somehow they all turned out just fine, in spite of all the gawkers and the naysayers.
I was pondering this exchange on the drive home. I was thinking about how hurtful people can be at times, and even family members who love us and mean well. I was thinking about how hard it is to explain to people why we aren’t crazy, why we feel (even though we don’t have enough money to send them all to private college), that God has called us to this life of having a large family. And why is it that even the church of Christ has adopted these worldly views of preparedness for children.
Then my thoughts went to Christ. God the Father choose a family for Him, yes for HIS Son, the Son of God. This family was not wealthy, in fact I believe they would have even been considered poor. And the place of His birth, not even a midwife was present. But the angels rejoiced at His coming. Somehow, God in His sovereignty, provided a home for His Son, a place for Him to be nourished and cared for, a place where He was to learn all the things that He really needed to accomplish what God had called Him to do. And I believe today that I had a revelation about our own family. God calls us not to provide the greatest education for our children, and the nicest clothes and possessions for each of our dear ones, but He does call each of us to provide a place where they can grow and do all the things that He has created them for. And more importantly to know God, and serve and love Him.
So to those of you who’ve worried, and wondered why. And to the dear concerned lady in the Walmart bathroom worried about how we are going to pay for our children’s college. Don’t worry about it, we’re not :) It’s God’s deal, and He’s going to lead the way.