and baby makes 12.

Earlier last week we learned that our clan had grown by one

With eleven precious blessings we really thought we were done

But living by faith, we put all in God’s hands 

I’ll make you a nation— as the grains of the sands

A dozen is more than we could have ever imagined

Like a pioneer family, both big and old fashioned

Some might think, “Oh you poor woman!

To have so many kids hardly seems human.”

“You must be so tired, my gosh, how do you do it?”

Or “What is the point that you’re trying to prove it?”

But I say, “I never set out to do such a thing

From the day I got married and put on that ring.

All I ever wanted was to do what God called me to be

To be a good wife and mommy of just two, maybe three

It never entered my mind that I would be trusted with so much

Of the responsibilities, and questions and the hearts I could touch.

As a mom, so often, I feel that I’ve come up short

That I should be different, a mother of another sort.

Then God lets me know in the quietest of ways

That He hasn’t left me on the worst of my days.

For all the times that I’ve shown Him to them,

and given Him thanks for the help that He’s been.

He’s pleased by the way we’ve been raising our kids.