Just when I think that the world might crash down around me, something miraculous happens and our Lord catches all the pieces and puts them right back where they need to be. The second semester of school ended yesterday, which means HOLIDAYS for all 150 of my children. It also means that I HAVE to pay the schools the money I owe them in order for my kids to be able to return in September. As of yesterday we owed quite a sum of money, but upon checking the bank account, there was just the right amount to cover the costs. This means that we are NOT IN DEBT to anyone, which has not been my case for quite some time. :) Of course this will only last for about another month because then all the kids will go back to school and I will owe astronomical amounts of money all over again, but I’m not concerned. I have always told myself that God will provide. Well, it’s true! I feel that as much as I love these little orphans, God loves them SO MUCH MORE, as much as I want what’s best for them- love, spiritual encouragement, education- He wants it SO MUCH MORE. He has and He will continue to provide for these kids. On this note, thank you. To everyone who has donated time to helping me, treasures to take on the journey, money, or prayers – none of this could be done without you. To my dear friend Mary who sat with me while I stuffed my suitcases, made last minute trips to Wal-Mart to make sure I had everything I needed, and brought brownies for sustenance; to Judy Hawn who made darling little dresses that are now clothing little orphans all over Uganda; to the May family and all who have donated; to Brandi and Erin for spreading the word and being always joyful and full of encouraging words; to my family, immediate and extended and my sweet boyfriend for being a constant support system, to Williamsport Christian Church, Holy Family Catholic Church, Christ Church in Franklin, and Mike Whipps and the people of Leawood, Kansas for your prayers and continuous support – the words I use to thank you can never be sufficient, but you are truly a major part in everything I am doing here, you are the hands and feet of Christ in Uganda. Thank you.

As for my life, I am just reveling in being a stay at home mom, however non-conventional my motherhood is. I enjoy every second of wiping dirty faces, painting little fingernails, and making balls out of my socks for the kids to play with. I don’t feel that my life is really different than that of most moms, except that I make 18 pieces of cinnamon toast every morning, get splashed by 8 little girls at bath time, and get about 140 kisses goodnight. Which reminds me to tell you, we added a new little girl to our family this weekend! Its funny to me that I have so many children in my house all the time that it just isn’t a big deal anymore when we get a new one. Anyway, her name is Margaret, she is eleven years old and beautiful and, until Saturday, a total orphan. She is adjusting well to our crazy family life though.

My children are the greatest kids in the entire universe. I’m sure that every proud mother says that, but I MEAN it. They are so beautiful. So well behaved. So kind to each other and obedient and helpful. They have been through so much at their young ages. They deserve the world. And sometimes, they look at me with these big, curious eyes (8 pairs of them!) that expect me to give them the world, and I wonder – what if I can’t?

At nineteen, mother of 8 was not exactly a title I expected. But their little voices call out “Mommy, Mommy” and I am the only one they have ever known. I am not always a good mother. Sometimes my kids are late to school because I set the toast on fire. Sometimes my kids just don’t go to school because mom wants to stay home and play. Sometimes we run out of food and have to have pancakes for dinner. Sometimes we leave church early because we just can’t all sit still and be quiet at the same time. Sometimes there are so many people in my house screaming and coloring on the furniture and riding the dogs and standing on the table that I feel like I just might pull all my hair out. Sometimes I shout. Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I just can’t understand what they are trying to tell me. And still they look at me with those big, expectant eyes, as if I can give them the world. “Mommy, where does the sun go when I am sleeping? Mommy, are all lady bugs girls? Mommy, where do I go when I die? Do fish go there too? Well, why don’t fish breathe air? Mommy what makes the sky blue? Mommy, why aren’t you bald like me? Why is our skin different? Why can’t you live here all the time, Mommy? Mommy? Mommy…”

As inadequate as I feel sometimes, I wouldn’t trade a minute of it. Because I am. I am inadequate. And I’m ok with it. Throughout the Bible God continues to choose seemingly inadequate women to do His work. Look at Mary, the mother of Christ. She was probably no older than me, no more ready to be a mother, no more ready to answer a high pitched little voice asking her a million questions that she didn’t know how to answer. So I won’t strive to be a perfect mother, I will just strive to be like Mary. Completely unprepared, but ready to take on the child that God handed to her. Her faith was courageous and her obedience was complete. She would submit to God. Regardless of the cost or the consequences. Regardless of if it meant losing her reputation or the man she loved. Even her life. Regardless. NO MATTER WHAT. “I am the Lord’s servant,” Mary said, “may it be to me as you have said. She would be a mother. I will be a mother. As long as He keeps giving me these precious children of His, I will continue to love them to the best of my ability. I will be an inadequate, uncertain, loving with everything I have, filled-with-more-joy-than-one-little-person-can-handle mother. And I will love every minute.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/08199441762126775966 mom

    Mom said…there is a story about pray that comes from Africa. It’s about a woman who had worked hard all night to assist a mother in the labor ward. In spite of all they could do, the woman died leaving a newborn girl and a screaming two-year old. With no incubator and no special feeding facility the child would probably die. In Africa nights are often chilly, so the student midwife went to fetch the box they had for such babies. She got the cotton wool the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke the fire and fill the hot water bottle, which would incubate the baby since her mother was gone. But the woman came back and said that the hot water bottle had burst. It was the very last one. All right, put the baby near the fire and sleep near the door to ward off drafts, the doctor said. The next day the doctor went to the orphanage to pray with the children. She explained the problem of the tiny baby and the hot water bottle. One ten-year old, Ruth prayed with the usual blunt consciousness of the African children: Dear GOD, send us a water bottle. It will do no good tomorrow as the baby will be dead. So bring it now and bring a baby doll so the little girl will know that she is loved!! The doctor was put on the spot. Could she really say “Amen” after such an audacious prayer? Yet she knew that GOD could do anything–absolutely anything. She had been in Africa for almost four years, and she had never received a package from home. If anyone did send a parcel, who would think so send a hot water bottle–to Africa of all places? Halfway through the afternoon, a package arrived and everyone crowded around. After pulling out some raisins and nuts–there was a brand new hot water bottle. The doctor cried. She had not asked GOD to send it because she had not really believed!! But, the child had believed and as she reached into the bottom of the box, she pulled out a beautiful doll. The parcel had been on its way for five months. As the gods and goddesses we are, we can choose to use our words, knowing that it was done before we asked, knowing that aligned as we are with our Creator, there is no end to the good that we can do. Namaste. I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/08199441762126775966 mom

    Mom said…there is a story about pray that comes from Africa. It’s about a woman who had worked hard all night to assist a mother in the labor ward. In spite of all they could do, the woman died leaving a newborn girl and a screaming two-year old. With no incubator and no special feeding facility the child would probably die. In Africa nights are often chilly, so the student midwife went to fetch the box they had for such babies. She got the cotton wool the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke the fire and fill the hot water bottle, which would incubate the baby since her mother was gone. But the woman came back and said that the hot water bottle had burst. It was the very last one. All right, put the baby near the fire and sleep near the door to ward off drafts, the doctor said. The next day the doctor went to the orphanage to pray with the children. She explained the problem of the tiny baby and the hot water bottle. One ten-year old, Ruth prayed with the usual blunt consciousness of the African children: Dear GOD, send us a water bottle. It will do no good tomorrow as the baby will be dead. So bring it now and bring a baby doll so the little girl will know that she is loved!! The doctor was put on the spot. Could she really say “Amen” after such an audacious prayer? Yet she knew that GOD could do anything–absolutely anything. She had been in Africa for almost four years, and she had never received a package from home. If anyone did send a parcel, who would think so send a hot water bottle–to Africa of all places? Halfway through the afternoon, a package arrived and everyone crowded around. After pulling out some raisins and nuts–there was a brand new hot water bottle. The doctor cried. She had not asked GOD to send it because she had not really believed!! But, the child had believed and as she reached into the bottom of the box, she pulled out a beautiful doll. The parcel had been on its way for five months. As the gods and goddesses we are, we can choose to use our words, knowing that it was done before we asked, knowing that aligned as we are with our Creator, there is no end to the good that we can do. Namaste. I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/07209323567157531349 Erin

    Hi Katie, I am also a missionary in Africa – in Nigeria. I am in TX right now, though, and will be in Nashville Sept 18-22nd. I would really like to meet up with you, if you have time. I will be in touch as the time gets closer. You write amazing blogs, sister!xo, Erin

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/10552902886727816866 Kbarnes

    you are incredible! I LOVE YOU! :)

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/08007118725311145520 Rachel and Arielle

    remember how your mom (the fabulous mary pat!!) is, “a beaming ray of God’s light to this earth”?I am confident in saying that you have also earned that title in my book.Yay Auntie Katie…look at you go! Love all those kids for us. I’m soooo soooo very proud of you!Love, Rachel

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/08199441762126775966 mom

    rachel and arielle….thanks for the lovely compliment and are u coming to visit me???? Love u both Mary Pat

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372321164197496567 KathyMacL

    Katie, I am so proud of you! It is a gift to know what you want to do. Your family is wonderful in the way that they support you. You go, girl! Kathy MacLachlan


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