Triplets Dedication Video

On the weekend the triplets had their Dedication, (Christening). It was such a special time to dedicate their lives to God and to publicly promise to dedicate our efforts to raising our children to be taught in the ways of God. For the occassion I made a video for the triplets. (You know, the time I stayed up late while Missy slept through the night for the first time.) Unfortunately the sound quality wasn’t good enough to share with our church family during the service, so we only showed the photos on Sunday. I thought I would instead share this with you here. I have made some minor changes, using their blog names, instead of real.

The triplets are such a blessing in our lives. We look forward to seeing them grow into men and a woman of God.

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Person Producing Prayer

If you read my post of how we Announced the Triplet Pregnancy to the Church you would have read the reference to how people were committed to praying for us before we had children. I thought I would share of a few of these little tales, because they are pretty cool as well as being a great testimony of how great and faithful God is.

My family and friends were always constantly in prayer for us during this time. One souvenir of this fervent prayer is a beautiful white crochet cot blanket. Alex and I had decided to fast evening meals and TV for a week and spend this time praying together for a baby. We told friends and family what we were doing, and invited anyone to join us if they would like to. My mother spent that week crocheting. Whenever Mum discovered she was having another grandbaby, she would start to crochet a baby blanket for their cot. J Boy’s blanket was made years before he was born. During that week, Mum crocheted the blanket that would later keep our little baby snug and warm. Each stitch that she crocheted she would pray for our family, particularly that we would have a baby.

J Boy with the blanket now.

There was a very dear group of older ladies who used to pray for us regularly on Wednesday morning prayer meetings. When J Boy was born, one of those ladies came up and had a cuddle with him. She looked up with tears in her eyes. “I knew this day would come.” Then a cheeky sparkle came into her eyes. “I knew it would be a boy.” At this point I didn’t think too much about it, lots of people claimed to have predicted the sex. What she said next floored me. “And I knew his name.” I was astonished.

Apparently the group of ladies were starting to get discouraged that they had been praying for so long and there was still no baby. So they decided to have a day where they got together and prayed just for our future family. (I never knew this until the lady told me after J Boy was born.) At the end of the day the ladies started to feel that no matter what, we would one day have children. Before they went home, one woman read a scripture and they felt this confirmed that we were going to have children – particularly a boy. The scripture was Luke 1:60. “but his mother spoke up and said, “No! His to be called John.” Now admittedly, J Boy’s name is not John, however it most certainly is a close derivative to John. And the name was my choice. It’s all a bit to much to be a co-incidence, is it not?

And then there was the incidence where one beautiful woman came up to me one day and let me know that she was praying a lot for me that month. As always it was touching, and I was humbled that people would think of me – particularly for a month. I soon discovered how God was prompting this woman to pray during that month.

“Yes,” she said, “I’m always praying for you every time I go to the toilet.”

Another lesson in humility.

It turns out that this woman’s sons went to the same school I was teaching at. They had hung the school calendar on the back of their toilet door, and on that particular month there was a picture of me with a student.

God works in mysterious ways, yes?

Wherever the various prayers were uttered, I don’t mind one bit! The outcome is a true blessing from God.

If you are believing in God for something and need a breakthrough, let me encourage you. Ask people to pray for you. The power of corporate prayer should not be underestimated.

Have you got your own cool story of answered prayer? 

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Announcing our Triple Blessing at Church

Yesterday I talked about the pleasure when announcing that we are pregnant with triplets.

One of the most fun announcements was to our church family.

When I was 12 weeks and just starting to tell people, our worship pastor asked if I could speak for a few minutes about what a blessing it is to be a part of God’s adoptive family. As I started to reflect on this topic, I saw an instant connect with my current situation. So, I decided that I was going to use this time to make a mass announcement! The fact that it was Mother’s Day was a nice touch also. A bit bold, but why not?

This is kind of what I said:

It is extremely meaningful for me to reflect on  Mother’s Day what it means to be a part of God’s family. I can remember some years ago being up the front of the church and blurting out that my husband and I desperately wanted a family but were having difficulties. At the time I was really embarrassed for my blurting, but it turned out to be such a good thing to share with my church family. This was because so many of you listened to my story and had such compassion for us. So many people started praying for us, even people we didn’t know very well. People would come up and encourage us constantly. It was so good to have others standing in faith for us.

So on Mother’s Day, I feel such a great deal of gratitude to my church family, because I don’t underestimate the power of your prayers, and I consider you a part of my journey to motherhood. I know that a reason I have two gorgeous little boys is because of the prayers offered up on our behalf.

So, it is such a special thing to be a part of God’s family and have people stand with you and support you. We so appreciated it during that time, and I know that if I let you in on a little secret we’ve been keeping, you would do it again.

The secret is: We’re pregnant again. (A gentle “Ahhh”, and some tentative claps are uttered by the congregation.)

With more than one baby. (A louder “Ooooh” and some laughter and clapping is uttered by the congregation.)

In fact, this time I’m pregant with triplets! (Lots of clapping, laughing, a large variety of loud comments, smiles and ruckus erupts by the congregation.)

(When noise settles down.)

So, I’d really appreciate your continued prayers that this pregnancy which is a higher risk than normal pregnancies is carried safely. (Lots of nodding, still some comments.)

But, if you have continued to pray for our family over the years, you can probably stop praying that we have more children!!! (Lots of laughter. I hope they knew I was serious!)

And that is one of the reasons I love being a part of a church community. It’s no surprise that so these wonderful people are praying for the triplets and our family. There are so many who come up to us and love to hear progress reports or tell us that they are praying, or even prays right then and there for us.. It always bring me so much encouragement and peace.

If you want to read more of the story behind people praying for us while we were waiting to have children, click here

If you are a Christian, I’d love to you to share, What does being a part of a church family means to you?

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Mothers Day is always a lovely day to reflect on Motherhood.

I consider being a mother a gift from God. My husband and my children are the best gifts I have ever been given, and I treasure my family with all my heart.

I am constantly in awe that God has entrusted me with these two precious lives to raise. It is my strongest prayer that The Accountant and I are able to bring up two men who serve their God, are polite, strong, hard working and make a difference in this world. It is the hardest job I have ever done and the greatest job I can ever do.

For me, when I reflect on being a mother I always remember the journey to motherhood on the roller coaster of infertility. It took five years from when The Accountant and I began officially ‘trying’ until I discovered that I was pregnant with my J Boy.

Those years are some of the best and worst years of my life. I describe it as a roller coaster, because I can think of no better analogy. I have to admit, it’s not as fun as a roller coaster, and you don’t walk away laughing. When you walk away, you feel relieved that you survived.

I had the moments of clarity, at the high points. The moments when you push aside your pain for a moment, and just enjoy your husband. I thank God that we didn’t choose to constantly wallow in self pity, but made the most of our time alone together. We did some wonderful things, that you really can only do without children. We travelled to Asia, The Middle East and the USA as well as extensive explorations of Europe and the UK, (including living a year in London), we entertained friends and family without the hassle of factoring children into the equation, we were able to build up a healthy bank account (or course important to The Accountant) which has taken much the pressure off us when I did become a stay at home mother. We dined out regularly, saw shows and popped down to The Beach or made a trip to the city on a whim. And there was unique opportunities that we were able to serve God in our church without the responsibilities of parenthood.

And then there are the moments when you leave the heights and hurtle down steep slopes. You hang and pray that you’ll make it as emotions rush through you. “What if I never become a mother?” That phrase pounds in your mind, it clouds your vision, it weighs heavy on your heart. “What if I never become a mother? What if I never become a mother?” It is relentless, it’s always there, sometimes tucked away in the corner of your mind, sometimes there is nothing else you can think about. It is a worry, a concern it is your worst case scenario as your emotions hurtle down that slippery slope.

But then you pause. You reflect and consider that God is in control. You reflect that if you never do become a mother, it will be his will. The Bible says that God cares for us, He has the best planned for our lives, He has a plan and purpose. We have been placed on the planet for a reason. Could that reason not include motherhood? Is my worst case scenario in fact not the worst thing that could happen in my life? If God has other plans for my life, there may be pain, but surely his way is higher, his purpose is noble and true? As you consider this, you allow him to place an ointment on that open wound of infertility. You trust Him. You place all your faith, trust and confidence in Him, your future is in His hands, and even if it doesn’t turn out the way you plan, you know it will be great, and it will be good.

There is much solace in being in relationship with God.

Of course the roller coaster continues. There are moments of exhileration surging through you as you place your hand in God’s. Fear returns sometimes as you look at your circumstances and look at the twisting, jolting track before you. But you either shut your eyes or throw your hands in the air and embrace the life that you have been given and continue the ride with the best roller coaster companion ever, confident that you will not only survive, but it will be glorious.

Survive I did. I am always blessed that God did bestow the gift of Motherhood to me. I never understand why there are some of us who have to endure ‘the wait’ and why there are some that do not receive this gift of motherhood. But I know that there are other gifts that God has given them, that he is faithful and true and that he does not have favourites. Perhaps one day we will see the blueprints of his Divine masterplan, but until we do, we fix our eyes on Him, pick up our cross daily and follow Him. And as we do, we consider how fortunate we are to intimately know The God of the Universe who cares for us.

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