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We didn’t have the benefit of popular shows about large families early in our married life. When Wendy and I were married, we wanted to have a family, but 15 children was never—never!—a consideration for us. Honestly, we had difficulty with the idea of letting our children come one after another, because no one in our social circles was doing anything close to what was on our hearts. When we hit No. 5 (our first son, Isaiah), it was time to stop, it seemed. I (Chris) was a school teacher with more children at home than any of the other teachers in the entire district. Opinions rolled in—usually unsolicited—from doctors, co-workers, neighbors, church friends and extended family members. We didn’t have a family of a dozen kids next door encouraging us to have another child. We were alone in our conviction.
On our hearts during those years was a simple prodding: Have another child. It wasn’t “have 15 children” or “have more children than anyone else.” Just another. Our conviction was, we had thought, unique from other couples. Our personal relationship with God was healthy, and this conviction—shaped for our lives and our hearts—was one we couldn’t simply shake off. As husband and wife, we prayed and studied the Bible together. We reasoned through our weak moments when we doubted our calling and questioned our sanity.
And when serious doubts did creep into our minds, our fertility won out. Despite a fair amount of effort to avoid pregnancy, we proceeded to have three boys in a row: Isaiah was followed by Micah and Noah. Bing, bang, boom! There was hardly a year between any of them. So by 1998 we had seven children. We were still in our 20s. And we were feeling incredibly healthy and blessed.
A funny thing happened at seven children….
Taken from Love Another Child, copyright (c) 2011.