15-diaper day

We had seven kids in our house all week. We've had one foster baby for four months, who's nearly part of our family, plus two we watched for a week while their foster family was out of town. The three of them are in diapers, plus our youngest who is mostly potty-trained. The title of this post was probably typical of the week, but it was actually spoken by my wife as an assessment of her day so far when I came home for dinner one night.

Someone commented last Sunday that we must be crazy. I responded then that it's the good kind of crazy. That was after one night. Seven nights later, we're exhausted, but somehow we've been shown that we can handle this. We're continually astounded to discover the ways that God has prepared us for this work, and that He has prepared this work for us.