Happy Birthday, Cub 4!!

This was the plan:  four children, four years apart.  Cub 1 was born in 2000.  Cub 2 was born in 2004.  Cub 3 was born in 2008.  Cub 4 was born in 2010.  Huh?…..SURPRISE!!!

I’m a planner, and Cub 4’s early arrival rocked my entire world.  I cried for about two weeks and couldn’t wrap my head around how we would manage two babies who were going to be 18 months apart!  We discovered that we needed a bigger table in the kitchen, we needed to figure out new sleeping arrangements for the cubs, we even had to buy a bigger vehicle to accommodate two car seats and a booster.  

I didn’t really get it yet, that God was in control and not me.  So, to ensure that we didn’t have anymore surprises, I convinced Poppa Bear (PB) to go “take care of himself” because if we did decide later on that we wanted more children, his procedure was reversible.  Little did we know that this procedure would lead to the discovery of prostate cancer.  Prostate cancer screenings are recommended beginning at the age of 40.  PB was 35.  Look at God!  

God knew I would still try to be in control.  

God knew what was ahead for PB.

God knew that having PB go through that procedure would reveal a bigger issue.

God knew that PB wouldn’t make it to his 40th birthday if the prostate cancer hadn’t been discovered earlier.

God gave Cub 4’s life a purpose before she was even introduced to us.

God knew that I needed a lesson on trusting in Him, and he orchestrated it in such a way that I felt convicted, forgiven, and extremely thankful.

Convicted for thinking that I was in control of my life.  Forgiven for how much I complained and the shame I felt for thinking that I needed to “help God out” like He didn’t know what He was doing.  Thankful that He has blessed PB to live six cancer-free years, and thankful for Cub 4. 


Cub 4’s entrance into our lives has been pure joy and happiness.  


She is our little dancing machine.  

She is always smiling and friendly to everyone.  She is creative and active.


She is loved by all who know her, especially our Party of Six!  Most importantly, she is a daughter of the King!

Happy 7th Birthday to our baby cub!!


Mama Bear

A Reflection Of My Father

Twelve years ago today my Poppa Bear (PB) passed away, and my 12-year old cub reminds me so much of him.  Cub 2 was only six months old when my PB left us, but he is my PB through and through.

He looks like him.

He stands like him.

He makes facial expressions like him.

He laughs like him.

He has a huge heart like him.

He likes to be by himself like him.

He has a deep voice like him.

He mumbles when he talks like him.

I mean, it just amazes me that he behaves in the same way as my PB considering he has no memory of him. It’s just in him!

Much like when we become a child of God.  The Holy Spirit enters our heart and we can’t help but act like our Father.  Rest well tonight, blog family, knowing that you are your Father’s child!

So all of us who have had that veil removed can see and reflect the glory of the Lord. And the Lord—who is the Spirit—makes us more and more like him as we are changed into his glorious image.‭‭ 2 Corinthians‬ ‭3:18‬ ‭NLT‬‬

#RIP Richard William Wilson


Momma Bear

Jesus Didn’t Work!

EditI can honestly say that the one family activity I dread the most each year is our annual trip to the pediatrician for flu shots. Oh. My. Goodness. Even though it happens every single year, our cubs still act like it’s the end of their lives! We prep by letting them know as soon as we know when the dreaded day is coming. We pray that the appointment goes smoothly without lots of drama. We bribe them with treats/toys if they promise to keep the tears to a minimum. Then, we walk into the doctor’s office and hope for the best.
This fall, Cub 2 got his flu shot unexpectedly by himself because he had a little sickness scare and ended up at the pediatrician a few weeks earlier. I had the privilege of taking the other three cubs – by myself – to get their shots.
Cub 3 was the most anxious cub this year. Even with prep, prayer, and praise, she lost it when we were called out of the waiting area to go toward the back of the office. One look at the tray of needles in position for their “victims” and she called out to the Lord for help. She screamed, cried, fell to the ground, and tried to run away.  I had to sit in a chair with her in my lap. I had to wrap my legs around her legs and wrap my arms around her arms.  Then, another nurse came in to hold the arm that was going to be poked.  When her two seconds of pain was over, she ran out of the room and into Cub 1’s arms crying and saying, “Jesus didn’t work!  Jesus didn’t work!”
Cub 3 had her first real experience of not having her prayers answered in the way that she wanted them to be answered.  Cub 1 and I had to work hard on our drive back home to convince Cub 3 that Jesus was still for her, and that he was still on her side.  The flu shot was needed.  All of our cubs have asthma and the flu can make airways even more inflamed than normal for someone who already has problems breathing when sick.  We trust that the few seconds of pain from the needle poke will be worth it as we go through these winter months of nebulizer treatments and inhalers.  So, it’s no fun for the cubs, but it really is for their good.
I thought that was a good lesson to share with the blog family.  We don’t always get the answer that we want.  We may experience pain, failure, rejection, sickness, and all those things that we really don’t want, but could it be that it’s God’s BEST for us?  Remember, He doesn’t make mistakes and He always wants what’s best for us.
You parents—if your children ask for a loaf of bread, do you give them a stone instead? 10 Or if they ask for a fish, do you give them a snake? Of course not! 11 So if you sinful people know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your heavenly Father give good gifts to those who ask him. Matthew 7:9-11 NLT
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Momma Bear