The sun blazed with enthusiasm this morning, but by the afternoon storm clouds rolled over and we had rain pouring off the roof in sheets, and hail pounded the windows on the north side of the house. Alaska was showing off, trying to do it all in the same day. But after about 30 minutes it wore itself out and cleared again, like a toddler after tantrum…or, like a mama whose caffeine-driven spurt of productivity has worn off, and she collapses on the couch for a breather.

It is a year of surprises. The night before I sent the last newsletter, when Vince had only three days left at the business he’d worked for 21 years, we found out we are pregnant.

No, nope, we didn’t see that coming at all. To say we were shocked would be a gross understatement.

But yes, in case you were wondering, we know how this happens, and we like it, but this is still, ahem, another miracle that must’ve involved supernatural intervention, like the one we had a few years ago. You know, the adorable blond one named Finnegan.

So in that newsletter when God had been teaching me for weeks about stretching our tent pegs, I wrote it thinking He was mostly talking specifically to me about writing and business. But when I proofread it before sending it off and He said, You know how to do this, you’ve done it before. You’ve just never seen it like this, I knew He was talking about this gift, which, I’ll be honest, I did not feel ready for.

But Vince has been home for three weeks, and he hit the ground running – putting in a lawn, redoing the kitchen floor, finishing his book, working on cover design, and starting to convert the former garage to a rec room, since the Stagecoach couldn’t fit in it anyway.

I, on the other hand, hit the ground and sunk in up to my waist with all day morning sickness and fatigue, taking two naps a day and stumbling around the house in a nauseous haze. My deadlines are not my own; they are not the priority right now. Right now is for resting and getting through this first trimester, and I’m reconciled to be behind schedule by at least a month or two because we are unexpectedly ahead with a baby.

The night after I sent the newsletter, I sat in the bottom of the shower and poured it all out to God, ready to be honest with Him and myself. I didn’t know how we were going to do this. And, since we’re being honest, I still don’t know how we are going to do this.

But I know that we are. Because really, do we ever know how we’re going to do it? I don’t think so.

…Our false self demands a formula before he’ll engage; he wants a guarantee of success, and mister, you aren’t going to get one. So there comes a time in a man’s life when he’s got to break away from all that and head off into the unknown with God. This is a vital part of our journey and if we balk here, the journey ends.

– John Eldredge, Wild at Heart

I don’t know how I did everything when I was in my early twenties and overwhelmed with one baby – that hard transition we go through when suddenly our life is not our own. Did you? I don’t know how I did everything in the transition from one child to two anymore than I know how I did it when we went from two to three, to four, to six when we adopted two at once and life went completely upside down.

I remember doing the math when I was pregnant with Iree and I braced myself, assuming that two kids would be twice the work. And it ended up being easier than I expected. And then I thought, Well, heck, the transition from one to two was so much easier than I expected that, hey, going from two kids to three kids ought to be a piece of cake. Right? But, au contraire! Not for me, at least. That was a rude shock.

Because there is no formula.

But there is a ridiculously impossible rule of opposites that goes something like this: Kid #2 will be the opposite of Kid #1 (so far, so good), and then Kid #3 will be the opposite of both of them (wait, what?), and every succeeding child will still be another contradicting paradox, resulting in a parenting dynamic that looks like a huge polygon with lines connecting all of its vertices, like so.

This is why we were all mostly perfect parents when we only had one kid to figure out, and then as our families grew, it felt like we were being promoted to a new level of discovering our own ineptitude.

We want answers to fix everything and everyone, and He reminds us that we don’t have those answers, and we are confounded.

Naturally, we are inclined to be so mathematical and calculating that we look upon uncertainty as a bad thing…Certainty is the mark of the common-sense life; gracious uncertainty is the mark of the spiritual life. To be certain of God means that we are uncertain in all our ways, we do not know what a day may bring forth. This is generally said with a sigh of sadness; it should rather be an expression of breathless expectation.

– Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest

It is not what we expected. Our floor is in a constant state of looking like a scene from Home Alone – where it isn’t padded with Nerf darts, it is carpeted with giant 24-piece puzzles.

It is the glory of God to conceal things, but the glory of kings is to search things out.

– Proverbs 25:2, ESV

One of the phrases I hear most (aside from Wow, you sure have your hands full, ugh, so help me) is “I don’t know how you do it.” I don’t know how I do it either. But I don’t know how any of us do it. I don’t think we’re supposed to know. If we knew, we’d take the credit, and it doesn’t belong to us.

That credit goes to the Day Maker who has always done it all and brings miracles even when we don’t think to ask for them, and He will keep doing it.