Isabelle Anne Hunter

Before she was formed, He knew her and all her days were written in His book.

Isabelle, "consecrated to God"

Anne, "grace"

Much prayed for and anticipated, arrived last evening at 9:27 p.m.

We celebrate the Providence of God already in the life of this little maiden.

Psalm 22:9-10

"But thou didst draw me out of the womb: thou gavest me hope, even at my mother's breasts. I was cast upon thee, even from the womb: thou are my God from my mother's belly."

Homesick

I usually opt for peace and quiet. But right now, I am missing the joyful noises that usually fill our home...and especially the little people who make them. Tomorrow (very early!), we have scheduled an external version, to try to turn the baby in the right direction for delivery. I am praying and believing God for this miracle, though....that she would already be turned and that labor would begin very soon. I am eager to have all my babies back together in our home soon. But, "in everything give thanks..." I am very thankful for faithful friends who are nurturing our children as their own right now....and as we would for theirs as well. May the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, guard our hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.

I think I am homesick...and yet, I am home. It's that, the others who make it home aren't here. I miss them.

Keep praying!

Dear ones, this baby is upside down again. Perhaps tumbling will be her hobby? We are patiently waiting and trusting in our Lord Jesus Christ to have her turn in the right direction as soon as possible, so my labor will not be in vain. We have come home to a very quiet house for the night, hoping that joy will come in the morning! (and perhaps Isabelle, too!...the right way!) Patience is a fruit of the Spirit for a very good reason!

Thank you for your prayers!

...for the joy set before us

We are all on pins and needles. We have been for about a week. Isabelle is due in just a few days and we just about cannot stand the wait. I don't think we will be waiting much longer. The pangs of childbirth have begun. We are thankful for the prayers of the saints, sustaining us moment by moment. And we will rejoice to share with you soon as we celebrate the arrival of our seventh blessing...Providentially.

One potato, two potato, three potato, four...

Children planting sweet potatoes, Daddy's joy. This is what you call a "long row to hoe." Thankfully, the black fabric helps minimize that need. Pretty soon, those little tiny slips will look like a jungle. But, oh the harvest they will yield...Providentially!

Finger Lickin' Good

This is one sweet fella. He has made his way 'round the Mulberry tree. Isn't he a cutie pie?