to build a legacy

***revisiting these words again, as we draw closer to baby 7,
dealing once again with the words, the stares***

and this memory, # 734...

Arriving late, mama whose belly is large with precious new life holds the hands of a 5- and 7- year old, while the daddy carries one of a duo of 2- year olds and dear oldest 14-year old son holds the other.  We sneak into the building, hoping not to be noticed.  Behind us, the old wooden door creaks as it closes and the young child husband has in his arms coughs loudly.  Our attempt at being inconspicuous fails, and we are now the main focus of this Sunday morning church service.

Trying to not give attention to the stares and whispers, we gently shoo the children along as we maneuver through the  tiny aisles, searching for an empty pew for our large family.  Dark eyes follow us as the short man to our left mumbles a comment I pretend not to hear, "All theirs?  And another?"

Sitting down, I feel the eyes of judgment on us.  Emotions begin to boil inside, I make sure children are seated, hope they are quiet and that focus can be returned to where it should be.

Three people away from me, 5-year old has decided he is too far.  Crawling over daddy, then sister, and lastly attempting to pass over toddler who yells, "NO JOSIAH!!!"  Before mama has the chance to intercede, 5-year old grabs petite little sister and pulls her off of the pew, promptly replacing her empty place with himself.

With the attention of the church on our family, 2-year old begins to cry from the floor.  I lean over, gently swoop her up with a multitude of kisses, and hold her in my arms, stroking her soft hair.  With my free arm, I pull my handsome young culprit close to me, and whisper, "Now that was not very nice, was it?"

His face reflects the sadness he feels at his choice of behavior, and he attempts to kiss his sister and apologize, only to have her cry all the louder.  After a moment she settles down, and eventually we are forgotten, yet inside I feel a bit dejected having become the spectacle I desired to not be, and most likely causing some people to feel justified in their judgment of my family. 

The church service ends, and we cause quite a bit of ruckus packing up to leave.  Making our way towards the exit, I feel the eyes on me again, hear the whispers, and I think "Lord, don't these people know You? "  Not one smile, not one word of kindness... I know we will not return to this building.  I feel such frustration welling up inside me, and I want to tell these people who Jesus is, I want to ask them why they claim His name when they can't even welcome a new family to their church... but I stay silent, I know I am just as guilty as they of judging others, of whispering about people, of not showing love and kindness.  I am no different.

Almost to the door, an elderly woman approaches us.  Her back hunched over, her white hair glowing under the church lights, tough skin a symbol of many years of care, love, work.  She smiles at me and her smile is so large that her wrinkled eyes almost close, and joy just seeps out of her.

"Your family is so precious.  Thank you for bringing them today.  I don't get to see this much these days, but I am so blessed when I do.  Do you know what you have here?  Do you?  A legacy.  The only one that matters.  You have so much to be grateful for."

And I did, and I breathed it in deep.  I was grateful for them, I was grateful for her.  For her love, her joy, for the wisdom flowing through her and a knowledge of something greater.

I thanked her as she walked away, and I was knew why we had gone there that day.


  1. I LOVE your big family!!!

  2. What a dear saint, having eyes of love for you and encouraging you in that way. That fish picture, and that last one! Can't wait to meet your new little one. I'll be praying--usually between 2 and 3 every morning (EST)

    Be well, friend!

  3. Dearest Amy, You are so BLESSED with your gifts! I have nine children & seven grandchildren. We always attend church to thank God for His goodness & to serve others. Please forgive & pray for the cold ones. I know sometimes it takes consistent love from others to help them learn to love. God will tell you where to go to church. Keep asking Him! Love & prayers, Cynthia

  4. Amy, what a beautiful post. I have four lovely darlin's and what I wouldn't give for just one more! But I was 42 and not brave enough.

    Be strong - for you are right.

    About the church. Finding a new one is hard. I went 35 years to the same one and mourned it like a death when we left. It took me 2 years to be happy where we are. Cold faces became friendly and judgements were less.

    Why does it take some people so long to open up? I do not know. But your search will bring wealth.

  5. Oh, there were parts of this post that made me sad. People say such hurtful things. Praying for you and your sweet gifts.

  6. you touched her heart,
    but in return she touched yours!
    Congratulations on the precious #7.
    You are truly an inspiration.

  7. very nice post thank you for sharing...God bless you

  8. YES! I get stupid comments for just having three so close together, it makes me BANANAS. Especially since I secretly wish for 7. or more. It is true, the saddest thing is, the people who have manageable lives are missing out on the blessing of the unmanageable.
    I am so excited for you. You're newest addition is already the CUTEST THING. ACK! You have to post pictures as soon as you possibly can. I LOVE IT! BABIES! YAY! YAY! (that's my excited yell).

  9. Children are a legacy, and a blessing. How reversed we have gotten in this world...How we have forgotten...