An abundance of daughters

In the last two weeks I’ve had over a dozen run-ins with complete strangers who have raised all Triogirls. Some with four. Most with three. All without boys.

I know my situation makes me aware of these things more than normal and I know the natural curiosity of people is to ask what our third is, but the point wasn’t the commonality (although it made us strangers feel connected in a unique way) the point was the encouragement.

In all these occurrences not one single person complained, passed down the double-edged warnings, or gave me a congratulatory eye-roll. You know the one that says–I’m smiling for you, but laughing internally once they all start their periods.

And I’m not saying girls are harder than boys. Or less valued or wanted. I don’t believe in any of those statements. I have no opinion on the difficulty of raising boys and I may never have one. I’m saying there is something unique about a family that is all one either way. There is an obvious concentration of maleness and femaleness that intrinsically sets a different mood for that household. Not that we don’t have toy cars, watch ninja turtles, or enjoy wrestling over here, because we totally do. But even putting that aside, if my husband and I only get the opportunity of raising girls it will mold and shape who we are and what we do for the next 25 years in a special way.

The beauty of all these run-ins though was the comments and feedback and support I got from them. The one today particularly struck a cord with me. He was a father of about 60-70 years and was watching me grab coffee while I waited for an oil change. Roma sat on my left hip, her hair a wild array of curls, and her face covered in a chalky white substance from the candy necklace that the teller at the bank gave her twenty minutes before. She looked like an adorable hot mess. And she was handing out giant, gap-toothed smiles to anyone who was breathing. I’m so proud of that kid and she’s not even two.
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He is Jealous for Me

Music is an interesting thing.
It has the power to evoke an innumerable range of emotions.

I am not a huge follower of music by any means. I know what I like and what I don’t like, but I don’t know artist names or band names or song titles.

However certain songs just do it for me. This is one of them. I could be having the worst. day. ever. and this song will still bring me to my knees and make me feel an overwhelming sense of joy and love. It spreads through me binding itself to my bones and tears through my flesh like the most excruciatingly pleasant feeling known to man. It’s a feeling of love and passion that is stronger and more powerful than an ounce of the headiest perfume.

The song and its lyrics are 15 shades of pure awesome. David Crowder you truly are saturated with life-changing talent. In fact your lyrics just might be worthy of a tattoo.

So my friends, if you find yourself sitting inside the confines of a dark closet, dwelling on the shortcomings of your life and wishing there was something more to live for – I can tell you with the utmost certainty that peace in your life will not come with more money, a better job, fancy cars, a nice house, or a European vacation. It comes from one thing and one thing only. Knowing that your Creator loves you.

I have a theory that most people in life are trying to find Happiness when what they really want is Joy. A lot of people think that those words can be used interchangeably, but I beg to differ. Happiness is something you find in a new pair of shoes or finding your husband washing the dishes before he goes to work because he knew you had a rough night and wanted your day to have one less item on your to-do list (that last one comes from personal experience-thank you husband!) Joy on the other hand is a state of mind and its counterpart is peace. You can have one without the other, but things seem more balanced when they are both present.

In my life I want joy. It’s great to have happiness along the way, but I wanted to be blanketed with joy and immersed in peace. And this my friends comes from the One that the world wants to dismiss.

He is jealous for me, Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden, I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realize just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.

And oh, how He loves us oh
Oh how He loves us,
How He loves us all

He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves.

We are His portion and He is our prize
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes
If grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking
So Heaven meets earth like an unforeseen kiss
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets
When I think about the way

And oh, how He loves us oh
Oh how He loves us,
How He loves us all

Yeah, He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves.