The Blessing of Again.  Despite the nagging suspicions that I
was carrying a girl, our ultrasound today confirmed that we are
in fact having another boy. Boy number 4. And, very likely,
child number last. The other three were with Grandma and Grandpa
today, so Troy and I had a great time to bond over the news. We
talked a long time today about God's sovereignty and our relief
in knowing that He knows what is for our best. It's one thing to
pray it and say it, and another to respond with faith in all
circumstances. Perhaps there is a false perception that the
difficult work of the first year of a child's life is somehow
lessened if the experience is switched up a bit through having
the opposite gender. But alas, raising a child is work--hard
work--regardless of the clothes, decor, and experience.
Nevertheless, I can't think of a better investment than
parenting, even if it doesn't always pay upfront. Both Troy and
I are humbled and blessed to have the opportunity to raise four
sons, and we pray daily that we m