{how i really feel about it}
"Behold, children are a heritage from Yahweh, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are the children of one's youth. Blessed in the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate." Psalm 127:3-5 Those are my people. My best friends. My favorite humans to exist in this world. They are, and will always be, my brothers and sisters. I was once asked if I ever wished my parents didn't have so many kids...if I had ever wished that they had just stopped at 3 or 4. My short, out-loud answer was: No way. My longer, inner-dialougue answer is, well, this: As a selfish human being sometimes I come close to it. Obviously, we are fallen. Sin is a powerful force against humans, and yes, some days I admit, I have bitter feelings against the brother who left the sink full of his dirty dishes, or the sister who ripped my favorite shirt, or the little boys who are j