Some of you may have noticed a new graphic and blogroll in my sidebar. I was invited by Kristine to join the Quiverful Blogroll. Below you will find our quiverful story.
The road to my quiverful conviction was one that started when I was just a young girl. When I was about 10, 11, 12 years old my sister, brother, and I started asking my parents if we could have another sibling. For awhile my mom gave us a very vague answer as to why that wasn’t likely to happen. After a few years of being asked this question my mom finally told us why she couldn’t have any more children. After my brother was born, she had had a tubal ligation. I was not quite 3 years old when he was born and my sister was about 21 months old. My mom was overwhelmed and did what society said was the right and normal thing for a mother of 3 children to do. I was about 14 years old when my aunt and uncle and their children came to visit us in WV. While they were there my uncle told my mom and dad about the reversal surgery he had had recently. My mom and dad were intrigued and asked more about how people went about getting a reversal. Sometime not too long after they left my parents received the funds anonymously to have reversal surgery! Everything was paid for! The surgery! The plane tickets! Everything! We were ecstatic! We were sure that within months after the surgery God would bless our family with more siblings. God’s plan was different. My mom is now almost 54 years old and has never had another child. God showed me then, as a young teenage girl, that He was in control of everything, even a woman’s womb. It was at that point that I committed myself to having as many children as the Lord would choose to bless me with someday.
During our engagement, Scott & I, joked about having 15 children but in our hearts we were very willing to have many children. We got married in June of 2000. Six days after our wedding we flew to Alaska to live for an undetermined amount of time. When we left we had no vehicle or job lined up. We had talked with a man my husband had met the summer before when he and two of his friends had spent a month wandering in the bush of wild Alaska. Within hours of landing in Anchorage we bought an older truck and headed to Glennallen about 3 hours NE of the city. Within a few short weeks Scott had a job at the local grocery store in the deli. It was going to be several months before our health insurance would kick in. At Scott’s request we used non-chemical birth control for the first 9 months of our marriage. I knew that if God wanted to give us a child He could do it inspite of our use of birth control. It was my desire to not use any form of bc but it was a very foreign concept to Scott. He wanted lots of children but thought it was normal and right to “control” when our children would be born. It was 7 months after he agreed to start “trying” for a baby that we conceived our first child. It was during this pregnancy that my husband also became convicted about the use birth control. He realized that God didn’t need our help in planning or avoiding pregnancies. When our oldest son, John, was 10 months old, I conceived again! I was schocked and elated! After our second child, Noah, was born I falsely assumed that I would get pregnant again quickly. After Noah turned one I started to wonder if I’d ever have another precious little one. When Noah was 18 months old I did conceive again but had a very early miscarriage. It was another 4 months before I conceived our youngest child, Isaiah. He is now 14.5 months old and we are still waiting for the Lord to bless us again.
I’m so thankful for what the Lord taught me through watching my parents correct a mistake they had made. I’m also thankful that the Lord convicted my husband of leaving fertility in His capable hands. I must admit that at times I think God is taking a little too long to give me what I desire but I know beyond the shadow of a doubt that His plan is perfect and I rest in that fact.