A Quiver Full
"Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one's youth. How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them; They will not be ashamed when they speak with their enemies in the gate." Psalm 127:4-5 I used to wonder how a person could know when their quiver was full. I'd overhear moms conversing at the park. Always nonchalant, but always adamant, as if the choice were really up to them; "Oh, we are so done. No more kids for us." I'd puzzle over that for a while because no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't relate. All I've ever known through my married life is the pining after children. One, then two, then a third. I thought I would never be satisfied, like the barren womb in Proverbs which never cries, "Enough!" I thought that I'd always want one more. Even when I was pregnant with Noah and then with Seth, I'd feel pangs of heartache at the thought that this could be the last time I...