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Isaiah -God My Salvation

He had his arm up and elbow out. It was excruciating. For me, not him. Four years ago today, I endured my second most painful childbirth experience because the little guy’s elbow was stuck outward and that pain made for a very emotional birth experience. After our little Isaiah Joseph made entry into the world, my husband and I melted into sobs.

AND, if I had to do it all over again…I would in a heartbeat. Isaiah, as it turns out, is a dynamic personality and we love to chat with him, watch his antics, and we enjoy the anticipation of what he’s going to do next as well as what kind of man he will turn out to be. We’ve known he’s a command man since he was small (see Created To Be His Helpmeet by Debi Pearl) and we’re praying for his wife now (she will never be bored).

Isaiah means “God is Salvation” or “God my Salvation” as well as “God is my helper.  As with all of my little ones, God gives me a special lullaby to sing to each of  my babies as I rock them. This is Isaiah’s:

Your name, Isaiah,

God my salvation,

Your name gives hope

To a hopeless world.

Little man, Isaiah,

God is my helper,

Be a help

To a hurting world.

Great man, Isaiah,

Grow strong, be brave.

Be a hero in a desperate world.

Great man, Isaiah,

Grow wise, live God’s Word.

Be a light in a dark, dark world.

Little man, Isaiah,

You are so precious.

Share Jesus’ love

With His precious world.

Happy Birthday to my little man!

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After the rumble of thunder shook the house, my 3 y.o., Isabelle, came to me to inform me “it is funduhwas outside.” I said, “Funduhwas?” She answered, “Yes, vewy funduhwus.”
Did you see the episode of MASH where Colonel Blake’s wall is missing and Frank Burns has that priceless, hysterical expression of “what the heck is going on? Where’s the wall?” Well, my 2 y.o. had that same expression today as we walked by the window and he noticed the rain for the first time as a 2 year old. I was holding him as we walked by and he grunted “Monk?” Monk is milk and is what he asks for when he wants a drink, even water. I answered, “Water.”

He said, “Wowow.” He stared and stared. SO, we went outside. I had Ben run to get the camera, this was too fun. We stuck our hands out in it then stood out in it. He giggled and blinked up into the rain until the thunder hit. He clung to me and pointed to the door pleading, “Side? Side?
Ease” which is baby-ease for “inside, please.” And I almost missed out on enjoying the rain.

What isn’t shared is lost,


People confuse us all the time…

I’m speaking of Angelina Jolie and myself….of course. As I checked out at Wally World, I saw the cover story – “Angelina is pregnant…again!” I just know that friends of mine who go through the check-out lane have to stop a minute and remember which name goes with which face. After all, they’ve said it many a time, “Michelle is pregnant…again!” Alas, this time it is not I that bears glad tidings but that rich, homely chic. One can only hope that her and Brad have read “To Train Up a Child.”

Anyhoo, it has been VERY peculiar, not being pregnant or having a tiny one in my arms by now. Very strange. Some “friends” have likened me to a barn cat due to my predictability – every 2 years, a baby. I use to get the rude questions, “Don’t you know what causes that, yet?” “Aren’t you worried they won’t get the attention they need?” Some are just curious; “Are you done?” “How many are you going to have?” “What does your husband do?” “How old were you when you had your first?” The past year I’ve been getting, “Do you have any news for us?” “Are you expecting, yet?” A friend told me the other day that eventually, one does stop having babies without any external intervention. It really does stop. Most folks decide what size family best suits them, and that’s fine, we’ve just fallen in love with let God do what suits Him and have been abundantly blessed!
If we had done things “my way” (up until I was married, I wanted 2 and no more), we would have never met jolly Jillian with her incredible singing voice, cheerful disposition, peacemaking abilities and the ability to love anyone unconditionally.
Or adventurous, tree-climbing Natalie, another great singer who loves to learn (on


 her own) about and how to do out-of-the-norm things like scuba diving, pirates & ships, and how to play bass. (She also enjoys memorizing useless facts like New Jersey is the biggest exporter of eggplant. That one won us a Papa John’s pizza so it’s no longer useless.)
AND, if we had stopped at 2, we would never have had boys! I could go into describing each of my children but will save it for the book (JK) as this would get very lengthy. You get the idea, though, especially if you know our family. If you know my children, you shudder to think of the world without them! They are incredible people!

And so, that is why I don’t feel at all excited at the possibility that I may be “done,” as it were. I would love to have more. One of
 our answers to “how many are you going to have?” is “We’re collecting the whole set.” It just doesn’t feel like we have the whole set.
What’s not shared is lost,