Heavenly Father Knows What He's Doing

Of all the things in life that seem random, but are in actuality very organized and divinely directed, I'd bet the composition of our families ranks pretty close to the top. I've always said that having kids is such a lottery-- you could be getting an angelic baby straight from the dews of heaven, or a grumpy little whipper-snapper who dares you to find the joy in that little "bundle of joy;" a babe more calm and content than the glassy surface of a lake at sunrise or a finicky little bugger who would protest any nurturing efforts even if the very embodiment of Mother Nature could be his caregiver; a sleeper or a not-so-sleeper... with any combination of characteristics and anywhere in between on the scale from welcome to downright putrid if it weren't wrapped up in such a cute, needy, chubby little package. Even the "50/50 chance" of having a boy or a girl, which seems as random as a coin turning in the air, waiting to land on heads or tails, seems to be a random happenstance, merely determined by the first place finisher in the XX vs XY race to the egg.

But I'm thinking it's all much less random than it might appear on the surface.

And to substantiate my argument, let me give you Exhibit A:


That's right, two little girls in one family whose only screams at the sight of wriggling, slimy worms are squeals of delight.


Two little girls who spend three hours harvesting a whole vat of worms.


Who wash them off, feed them flowers, and make little leaf beds for them.


And then we had a boy... who I can only imagine is chomping at the bit to squish those chubby little fingers into a vat of worm-filled mud.


Yep, I think Heavenly Father's got this whole family thing under control. And though I sometimes wonder how these three came to be mine, I'm sure glad they are.