The Big Bomb has been dropped

Here it is.

The big news that just can't wait.

The shot heard ‘round the world.

Sylvia is pregnant.

We weren’t trying, planning, hoping, expecting, thinking about, wishing, (are you starting to get the picture???). This was not on the radar. In fact it was just not, not, not. Here’s an understatement for you – we haven’t gotten our heads around this thing yet! This baby will be born roughly 8 years and 2 months since our last child was born.

What does this mean? Well, we already have 3 kids… all of who can feed themselves, wipe themselves, dress themselves, bathe themselves, one can cook for himself, two of them can use the microwave without fear of nuking themselves into infertility, they do their own laundry, do the dishes, mow the grass…. they can’t flush the toilet for some unknown reason but we are working on that. I fear I am losing that battle. It’s like they think the toilet will get hungry and just swallow the chunkage on its own. What gets me is one will go into the bathroom and clearly see that there are floaters in the bowl, add to it and just walk away like it’s no big deal. Smell? What smell?

“I forgot” is the common answer when asked why. I thought I had the problem licked when I went into their bathroom and the toilet looked like it was overflowing with snow. There was white everywhere. Between the 3 of them they had used enough toilet paper to cover, oh I don’t know, Cleveland. Of course the toilet would not flush and I came up with an ingenious solution. I gathered the kids into the bathroom, explained that I was not going to put my arm into the bowl to get the mountain of paper; they were going to do it. I figured a little bit of poo diving would jumpstart their brains into remembering to flush lest they have to poo dive again. But noooooooooo……….. Back to the story at hand...

A fourth baby 8 years after the third. To all my fartknocker friends out there we have a TV. We in fact have 4 TV’s. When we found out I looked God in the face (well, as best as you can look God in the face.) and said to him “so, you think you’re funny do you? I’m not laughing.” Want to know what he said back? “Deal with it… I know what I’m doing.”

So there’s the bottom line. “I know what I’m doing.” I believe God to be sovereign and in control and he is in control of this situation. It’s up to us to sit back and just bask in his glory and find comfort in his control. Don’t worry, don’t sweat it, don’t even think twice about it. Just sit back and relax. We need to do what seems impossible and just stay out of the way. After all it’s his story anyway. I’m just along for the journey.