This evening I was in a rush to get to a Tuscaloosa International Friends reception to meet our new Japanese friend. All four children in tow, we nudged and pressed our way to the welcome table. As I scribbled my name on the tag, the elderly woman seated across from me noticed my children gathered around me. (In our home schooling community, four children is a small family, so it’s always a little surprising when a stranger comments on “all the lovely children.”) Ben and Noah, dressed for a boy scout meeting later in the evening, stood beside me. “What nice looking young boys you have,” she commented. Upon hearing that, my daughters unintentionally startled their admirer when they peeked out from behind me. “Oh! And two daughters.” Composing herself, she firmly placed her pen and papers on the table, looked me in the eyes and declared, “You are rich. Do you know you are rich?”
Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,
the fruit of the womb a reward.