I took care of 9 children for 8 hours today...alone. They ranged in age from 12 to 5 months. And I'm pleased to report, it was such a blessing to me. I'm ashamed to admit that I'd have been too chicken to offer to watch my friend's 7 daughters on my own initiative. But I'm so glad that Kim had enough confidence in me to ask if I'd keep her girls for the day while she helped a friend in need.
They are exceptional. They didn't fight with one another once. They changed diapers, helped make and serve peanut butter sandwiches, sprayed down the doggie-do in our yard so it wouldn't get stepped on, made sure that each of their sisters wasn't left out, and even played board games in a way that wouldn't hurt anyone's feelings. Our only casualty was a small issue with orange jello making it's way into the carpet--I can handle that. I kept having to do a head count because I couldn't believe that all of them could be present and things still be so under control.
And the best thing about them is, they are totally normal kids. Not well-behaved because they live in an oppressive environment, but rather, Godly because they are trained to love the Lord and to love others. Do they have energy? Yes. Do they obviously have fun and love life? Yes. But they behave in a way that makes them a joy to be around, not only to their parents, but to anyone who knows them.
I'm grateful for the chance to have served outside of my comfort zone. An experience that some would say sounds like great birth-control only served as a reassurance of God's promises to me. Children are a blessing, and a household full of them means an abundance of blessings, indeed.