from Webster’s 1828 Dictionary
“Crazy” is the word I hear most often, sometimes in earnest and sometimes in jest, both from believers and not, regarding the choices we’ve made for our family. Move out of state with no job in sight? Crazy. Give up my education and career to stay home with children? Crazy. Let my teaching license lapse and forgo a secondary income potential? Crazy. Butcher my own meat poultry? Honor my husband’s decisions I disagree with? Have a multitude of children? Keep the one with special needs? (Did you know most babies with Down Syndrome are aborted?) Is it crazy even to consider having another after an awful miscarriage?
Well, I guess “crazy” is in the eyes of the beholder, according to the basic foundational understanding of who God is (if He even exists in those eyes), and how the world runs. It took me a long time to stop lamenting that I was misunderstood (or even hated), regardless of my sincerity or explanations or faith. After all, I have been just as guilty of making assumptions about other people’s motives, so that alone should have been my first humbling clue.
“If you’re going to embrace something different from society’s idea of normal, you should plan on others misunderstanding you, even if they are doing so with the very best of intentions.”
I have come to a quiet place of strength where “crazy” is all right. Jesus made everything “normal” upside down and sure annoyed a lot of people in the process (to say the least), so who am I to be above my Master? In my Savior’s eyes I am forgiven and beautiful, and it gives me great peace to walk with Him through this vapor-short life, trusting Him.
If you’ve read this long, you can be on the *secret* that we are expecting a child again. I am hopeful….(1 Corinthians 1:25) because the foolishness of God is wiser than men; and the weakness of God is stronger than men.
Crazy or not, here we go again.
Running the race,