Three strange things happened this weekend, but they are all connected:
First, I was at a small gathering of lady friends on Saturday. One of my friends told another that I have 5 daughters, then turned to me for confirmation. I corrected her, and said that I only have 4 daughters, but it's not the first time I've been accused of having more. I guessed that I was the 5th girl in the group since I am often young at heart in my behavior.
Second, that same Saturday evening, my oldest daughter (14), told me that a friend of hers, whom we have known since she was an infant, had called that day. She had told my daughter, in the course of conversation, that she had had another dream: the third such dream in the last 6 months. She dreamed that she met the fifth Arwood daughter. She said in the dream this girl had the "Arwood" look, and blonde straight hair. She was called "Grace" or "Gracie" in the dream.
Third, we happened upon old friends at lunch on Sunday. We have known each other since we all married in the same year, 17 years ago (1989). We decided to sit with them there at the restaraunt, and while they were introducing us to the lady they were already lunching with, my friend--who has known me for 17 years now--told this woman that I have 5 daughters, not 4 as the woman guessed having seen them sitting together. My head snapped around as I stared, open-mouthed, at my long-time friend in shock. She knew I have 4 daughters. What would cause her to say, "No, she has 5 girls..."
So, SO, weird.
What does it mean? Probably nothing. After all, if God is speaking to me, He could just tell me to my heart. Why don't I WANT more children, if that is His desire for me? I would like to think I have my desires subimitted to His will. Maybe I just don't want to hear His voice in this. Maybe it's all just happenstance.
Maybe not.
I don't know. All I know is that I'm pretty weirded out about it. Three times in one weekend? Come on! Give me a break! That's just uncanny! I am listening, Lord. Are You speaking? Or not?
In any case, it's gotta be a lot more clear than it is if God is trying to tell me something. Bringing a life into this world is actually a huge thing, and not to be entertained lightly. Believe me, after bringing four children into this family, I KNOW it's a big deal. It might mean my whole reproductive system to allow another pregnancy. I'm a little person. Having 4 children (actually 5 pregnancies) has taken a toll on my inner organs and the connections holding everything together. Perhaps that's where the whole "five daughers" thing comes in: I lost one between the second and third successful births.
Who knows? God does! He may or may not decide to let me in on it. Until then, I'll just continue on as I have, trusting that He is leading us in our decisions.
First, I was at a small gathering of lady friends on Saturday. One of my friends told another that I have 5 daughters, then turned to me for confirmation. I corrected her, and said that I only have 4 daughters, but it's not the first time I've been accused of having more. I guessed that I was the 5th girl in the group since I am often young at heart in my behavior.
Second, that same Saturday evening, my oldest daughter (14), told me that a friend of hers, whom we have known since she was an infant, had called that day. She had told my daughter, in the course of conversation, that she had had another dream: the third such dream in the last 6 months. She dreamed that she met the fifth Arwood daughter. She said in the dream this girl had the "Arwood" look, and blonde straight hair. She was called "Grace" or "Gracie" in the dream.
Third, we happened upon old friends at lunch on Sunday. We have known each other since we all married in the same year, 17 years ago (1989). We decided to sit with them there at the restaraunt, and while they were introducing us to the lady they were already lunching with, my friend--who has known me for 17 years now--told this woman that I have 5 daughters, not 4 as the woman guessed having seen them sitting together. My head snapped around as I stared, open-mouthed, at my long-time friend in shock. She knew I have 4 daughters. What would cause her to say, "No, she has 5 girls..."
So, SO, weird.
What does it mean? Probably nothing. After all, if God is speaking to me, He could just tell me to my heart. Why don't I WANT more children, if that is His desire for me? I would like to think I have my desires subimitted to His will. Maybe I just don't want to hear His voice in this. Maybe it's all just happenstance.
Maybe not.
I don't know. All I know is that I'm pretty weirded out about it. Three times in one weekend? Come on! Give me a break! That's just uncanny! I am listening, Lord. Are You speaking? Or not?
In any case, it's gotta be a lot more clear than it is if God is trying to tell me something. Bringing a life into this world is actually a huge thing, and not to be entertained lightly. Believe me, after bringing four children into this family, I KNOW it's a big deal. It might mean my whole reproductive system to allow another pregnancy. I'm a little person. Having 4 children (actually 5 pregnancies) has taken a toll on my inner organs and the connections holding everything together. Perhaps that's where the whole "five daughers" thing comes in: I lost one between the second and third successful births.
Who knows? God does! He may or may not decide to let me in on it. Until then, I'll just continue on as I have, trusting that He is leading us in our decisions.
posted by Cynthia at 11:07 PM
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