A Birthday Party to Defy Pinterest

Note: This blog post was finished up when I looked like this:



And now I look like this:


But I wanted to at least get this birthday post posted before I post his birth day post.

So here’s Trinity’s birthday celebration commemorated:

Mamma was tired.

A precious little girl was turning seven.

BUT, the birthday tradition in our household is that birthday child gets to help shop for, plan and make (homemade) everything for the birthday party with mommy.

Its part of the fun for them, and so despite utter exhaustion, we pushed through and put together this little girl’s birthday party.

The Birthday Girl

The Birthday Girl

Of course, she wanted a Frozen cake, and of course we put off making it until late the night before the party, and of course, the all-natural food dye that I bought LAST year for her birthday cake had not retained its “color” so all colors were…


How do you make a Frozen castle cake with no coloring, and its 10 pm and Mommy is so tired?

(Did I mention that it was the very first week of school, AND Daddy was out of town speaking at a weeklong conference?)

We improvised and Trinity and DJ took over and built a castle cake that they wanted.  Trinity still made Olaf out of marshmallows, and cake making time turned into creative expression time for the birthday girl and her big brother…



Those kids had so much fun getting to stay up late with Mommy, and create their own cake using their own ideas, and they were so proud of their final product.



I told you it was a birthday party to defy pinterest…


I laughed to myself as we worked on it, while thinking of all the amazing cakes that moms spend hours making and then post on Pinterest and everyone is impressed. Well, this Iverson crew, we’re here to make everyone feel better about themselves.

I laughed even harder when Trinity and Daniel Josiah, in their excitement and pride over our creation said, “Mommy! You should take pictures of this cake and put in on the internet!”

Oh, honey, if you only knew how many other people do that exact thing…. (Daniel Josiah doesn’t really know about Pinterest so much)

So we  laid that cake in the fridge, ready for the next day’s festivities. And I prepared to lay my pride down.

The next morning the little guys helped mommy make a piñata while Trinity was at school (we ran out of time for her to make it with me) and then we scurried off to our simple party site at the park.

Trinity had so many of her dear friends there to celebrate with her, and we played simple games involving plastic spoons and ice cubes, and “snowballs” that were actually water balloons.

We believe in using our imaginations around here.

And we whacked at a piñata, and ate that lopsided cake, and played hard, and celebrated well, and mommy and daddy (the game coordinator) crashed hard afterwards….

but crashed with a very joyful, and contented seven year old in our home…one that has no idea that her humble birthday party was one that

defied Pinterest.

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From the Mouths of Babes…two year old arguments

While camped out in the Costco parking lot, awaiting the rescue forces of my husband and co-worker to a pregnant damsel in distress with five children and a lot of melting frozen groceries because of car trouble, I observed this dubious duo at it again, debating over the messiness of smoothies.

Each kid had one (thanks to the random lady that felt sorry for this pregnant lady with five kids and an overflowing grocery cart who shoved money in my hand and said, “Go, buy your babies some ice cream).  So the healthier option of smoothies were purchased and we marched out to the car, buckled everyone in, loaded an enormous amount of food into the trunk, and realized the car was going no where. In the brief amount of time when I kept trying to start it, and then call my husband to come rescue us, Malachi managed to spill his bright purple smoothie in his car seat.  As I was getting him out of the hot, non-moving car I chided myself “Why did I give you this. Smoothies are too messy for two year olds in the car.”

Boys hanging out in cart (contained!) and awaiting rescue from car trouble

Boys hanging out in cart (contained!) and awaiting rescue from car trouble

So as the boys sat in the cart while we waited, Benjamin says,

“Smoothies are a yittle bit messy in the car, right Ma-ki?”

And his two year old pipes up “Noooo”

The boys beginning their discussion of smoothie messiness

The boys beginning their discussion of smoothie messiness

“Yes, dey is.”


Benjamin pauses to think about it…


And resumes his insistence that smoothies ARE messy…

“Ma-ki, smoothies IS messy”

“Nooo…” Malachi insists.

“Yes, dey is!”




and this continued for several minutes…

And if someone doesn’t agree with you in a very obvious argument, you obviously should pinch their face so they can see the light of your reason…


Benjamin pinching "the reason" into his argumentative brother

Benjamin pinching “the reason” into his argumentative brother

After working THAT out, I tried to recapture the argument, and in this case, maybe the pinching worked for Malachi was much more agreeable this go round (of course, it always works that way…you can never quite capture the moment again on camera)



First Day of School Pictures

Since  I have NOT gone into labor yet (thank you, Danny, for alerting the entire Facebook world to our false alarm last Saturday), its about time I got caught up on some blog posting.

The first week of school at our incredible Charlotte Mason style school is exciting and exhausting and overwhelming. Parents commit ahead of time to be VERY involved in the education of their children (its the best of both worlds…like a homeschool/school morph), so when the first week roles around and you are handed three kids worth of commitments to sign up for….your head begins to spin….especially when you’re husband is out of town for the week for a speaking engagement, AND you’re 8 1/2 months pregnant.

Don’t get me wrong…I’ll take the head spinning (and later the tears) for the sake of getting to be involved in this incredible covenant community of education.

Since it was just the kids and me that first day of school, we got some very less-than-professional photos with my outdated iPhone and under-the-age-of-eight photographers.  But at least we have some of the memories captured…even if they are blurry…and no one is looking in the right direction.

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And in the meantime, I will NOT be attempting any type of homeschooling…it will just be survival mode with this dubious duo, and baby Judah when he arrives (In just one week of school there were MANY tears from returning school children as they got home and found rooms messed up, special belongings missing, favorite snacks already eaten, and lego castles destroyed by this pair…”Where was their mother?”  you might ask…well, she was busy growing a baby and recuperating from the 6 am wake-up-call and mad rush to get five children out the door for school by 7:30 am.)  Already, the family has unanimously voted to invest in large dog crates to keep their destructive forces contained…(throw a few matchbox cars, coloring books and snack in there, and then they can only do damage to one area, instead of EVERY area of the house) I’m JOKING….kinda. we really did vote for that…but we won’t end up doing it… probably…

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Broken, just enough

Danny when he first got his motorcycle

Danny when he first got his motorcycle

He was to be the capstone preacher for the Young Leader’s preaching series this summer. He had several excellent sermons to follow. There is always the questions, “what do you focus on?”, “how will you be received?” “what do you wear?” when you preach for a 6,000 member church.  When a man prepares to bring God’s Word to a crowd it is a struggle to fight the intermingling motives of wanting to be faithful to the Word of God, and wanting to be approved of.

Thats’ why he had to be broken, just enough.

Sunday afternoon, one week before he was to preach, we finally both returned home after dropping off multiple people after service (we take two different cars because we have so many stops to make…God is working in people’s lives to want to come to Perimeter Church!)

“I feel really led to go back to the office and work some more on my sermon.”

He tells me when he gets home.

Three of the five kiddos had JUST fallen asleep, so I send him off to go listen to the Lord.

or get broken, just enough, by Him.

Thirty minutes later, moments away from me getting to lie down and rest this pregnant body, I get a phone call.

An agonizing voice on the other end,

“Honey, I’ve been in a motorcycle accident….I can’t move my arm, its dislocated. An ambulance is coming for me. Can you meet me at the hospital?”

Shock. Then disbelief. Then the adrenaline starts pumping.

As he groans in pain I pray over him and hang up the phone. Quick phone calls are made to find someone to dump five children off to while I go meet my who-knows-what-else-is-broken-or-damaged husband at the ER.

On the way there I see the sight of the accident, his motorcycle and the cop still waiting for the tow truck to come. I quickly pull over and talk to the officer.

“Ma’am your husband will be fine (i hear wailing coming from inside my car…”Daddy!!! Is Daddy going to be OK??? I want Daddy!!!”) but he sure got lucky.  He’s gonna be in some serious pain but he can be glad there were no cars right behind him…they would have run right over him. He got off real easy for a motorcycle accident.”

I get some more information from the officer and then continue on my trek to drop my sobbing children off at a friend’s house.

“God is so good, guys!  Daddy’s going to be OK. God protected Daddy so much, and even though his arm is hurt, there is so much more that could have happened to him!”

“But Daddy won’t be able to make cheesy eggs for us!! Daddy won’t be able to take us to the pool!  Can Daddy still play basketball with me?!?”

But they calm down as we try to name all the things God protected Daddy from, instead of what DID happen.

I get to the hospital just in time for the nurse to tell me, “Ma’am you’ll have to wait in the hall. We don’t like family members to be around while we pop joints back into place. We’ll come get you when he wakes back up again.”

Danny’s mentor had beat me to the hospital (he didn’t have sleeping children to load into the car and go drop of) and he waits with me in the lobby, calming my fears and keeping me occupied so that my imaginative worry doesn’t take over.

We finally get called back in.

Danny in pain after getting his arm popped back into joint and the gravel scrubbed out of his road rash.

Danny in pain after getting his arm popped back into joint and the gravel scrubbed out of his road rash.

The nurses are busy cleaning gravel and dirt out of his road-rash-ripped-up-arms and hands. I start breathing freely again as the doctor reports that there are no major head injuries, and no broken bones.

But God had done some breaking.

Danny being broken, just enough, to get his attention.

Broken just enough, to pierce through muddled thinking in order to get the Eternal Kingdom in clear view.

Broken just enough to disengage from caring about temporal things like what people think.

Broken just enough, to need an abundance of prayers…

which led to the healing of body and healing of heart.

A heart broken just enough, and healed just enough, to hear, discern, and then deliver the most powerful sermon I have heard preached.

Would you like to watch it  or hear it, too?

Be ready to be broken

Our summer to date

Where does a pregnant lady bury herself for a full month (besides, in bed with a bag of dark chocolate…or so she wishes) ?.  Well, here’s a bullet list of summer high-points so far (and a few low-points)

High Points:

-A MUCH slower pace (well…as slow as you can get with five kids to keep occupied), where this pregnant mamma didn’t have to rush kids out the door for school at 7:30 am. This has greatly helped her attitude and patience level.

-Because of not having to get up so early, we have lingered over and invited neighborhood kids into our evening family devotions. We have gone through Genesis and Exodus now and it has been SO COOL to see the kids “connect the dots” of sporatic Bible stories into one continuous narrative of peoples and events.  One neighborhood girl was playing at our house all day and evening and then when we were about to have devotions she decided that she needed to go home all of a sudden. We convinced her to stay and by the end of the chapter she was begging me to not stop reading…truly how sweet the Word of God is…food for our souls and excitement to our sense of adventure.

- reading books together, doing some school work with the kids, haircuts, and little excursions to parks, pools, and other fun places.

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-A trek West , stopping through Reformed Theological Seminary in Jackson, Mississippi.  (a place where Danny spent three years of his life as a child, while his father went through seminary there) and a sweet visit some Japanese friends from Danny’s dad church, who are studying to be prepared to go back to Japan.



- COUSIN TIME!!! Danny had to attend General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church of America in Houston (because he is ordained now!)  My older brother, Ken, and his lovely wife Susan, and three kids live in Houston.  So while Danny was sitting in church meetings, Susan and I traipsed eight children on fun excursions around town: Children’s Museum, the Zoo, splash pads and parks, and eventually the beach….


Cousin Bonding Time!


Children’s Museum



I got to meet my precious nephew for the first time! Loved having cuddle time with this sweet boy!



Cousins enjoyed watching a super hero show and meeting characters.



Katy-Grace and her cousin, Savannah Kate (both named after their grandma) Enjoying splash pads and sidewalk chalk.



Houston Zoo…the girls wrangling the rhino…



Benjamin and his FAVORITE…the tiger.



-And educational trip through New Orleans on the way back from Texas.  I have been reading to the kids these American Girl doll books that take place in New Orleans…So we went and saw where “Cecile and Marie Grace” lived, shopped and became friends.


Because of these books that we have devoured (and even Daniel Josiah was really into the stories), we learned about location, racial relationships, yellow fever, medical practices of the day, orphanages, Mardi Gra and masquerade balls, and the foods of the day. It was wonderful to bring to life all the ideas and imaginations, with real places…

We did an educational kids tour that was excellent and reinforced and added to all that we had been reading about and learning:


Learning about the dress and etiquette of the day



Katy-Grace practicing her curtsy



Trinity practicing her curtsy



Getting to use tour props



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-On our westward excursion we spent a over 30 hours in the car together…and surprisingly, we didn’t watch ANY videos the whole time, but were mesmerized by books on CD (Miss Pigglewiggle, Quake (about the San Francisco earthquake) Indian and the Cupboard, Odyssey and the book of Luke (from the Bible) AND WE DIDNT KILL EACH OTHER….It was actually a blessed time….based on how many snacks I had on hand :)


Some Low Points:

-despite the slowed pace, there are still many evenings that mommy feels overwhelmed, and therefore deals with it with it in a very mature fashion…by yelling……. Lord, change me .

-on ONE particular evening, Danny was off at church meetings, I was watching my kids, a friend’s kids, AND some neighborhood kids (9 kids to wrangle, feed, and get ready for bed! not to mention, the one I’m lugging around in my belly)


BEFORE the mud pit fiasco


Jaelle and Adrianna…things deceiving LOOK calm

So in an attempt to get them out of the way so I could get dinner ready for everyone, I sent them to play in the backyard….where they had the GREAT idea to dig a hole, turn on the hose, FILL the hole, and “make their own mud pit” and this all happened within the span of 15-20 minutes!!! Malachi really loved the idea and appeared in my kitchen (with a trail of mud behind him) looking like this from head to toe:



So dinner was paused, all kids were stripped of socks and shoes and “caged” on the back porch while I bathed Malachi, scrubbed up mud from all throughout house (it even got all over my CLEAN clothes which Benjamin had dumped out of the laundry basket before leaving to go make the mud pit).  Well. We ate dinner at 8:30 that night. And mommy cried.  And is now laughing about it in hindsight (unfortunately, pregnancy hormones don’t allow for that type of perspective IN the moment)


Malachi trying to drink the soap. AWESOME.

-And most of the other low points of the summer have been due to Mommy breaking down over similar situations…

-Stay tuned for a low, turned high point for Danny this summer…

From the Mouths of Babes….extra ones

My sixth child...greatly influenced by the rest of my kids...shopping cart out, nerd rifle in one hand, purse in the other...

My sixth child…greatly influenced by the rest of my kids…shopping cart out, nerf rifle in one hand, purse in the other…

This child is the Presence of Christ in my life.

Not because she is a huge ministering Spirit or represents great power available, but because of what Jesus said in Matthew 25:40

“And the King will answer them, ‘

Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers,

you did it to me.” 

And to be honest, there have been many an afternoon in the past several months in which we arrived home from school pick up, all hungry, grouchy, bouncing off the walls or each other, and dying for a nap (usually it was ONLY me wanting the nap) and this precious little girl, like clockwork, would ring our doorbell within five minutes of us pulling into the driveway.

And the complaining, selfish spirit in me would sometimes moan…”Lord, don’t I already have enough kids to deal with?! This is one more mouth to feed, one more person calling my name, one more person who needs some of me, when I already feel like I have none of me to give (little baby Judah is selfishly claiming it for his development and growth) !”

But one afternoon, as she showed up, with her bright eyes and eager heart to hang out with me, (and sometimes my kids) the Lord whispered that verse, which He had spoken two thousand years ago, “as you did it to one of the least of these my children, you did it to me, ” and I knew I was suppose to view her presence in our home, in all the chaos of free play time and kid-herding during chore time, and attention-span reigning during reading time  and mouth feeding during meal time as HIS presence. And I have the opportunity to minister to Him by ministering to her. 

So, this little girl, who when I first met her hardly spoke English, is literally like a sixth child in our home now (first day of summer vacation, and our car wasn’t gone she was faithfully ringing the doorbell at 8:45 am).  And instead of being a burden, it is an opportunity, a blessing, and a privilege to be able to love my Lord, by loving her. Just as the call to love my own children faithfully each day is a constant falling upon the grace, power and Presence of Jesus available to me, I fall on that same power for loving her, another child to care for, shepherd, and pour into. And todays manna is never sufficient for tomorrow. But as surely as the sun rises, the manna will be available to be gathered .

So, in terms of her contribution to Mouths of Babes…In her broken English (but MUCH better than when I met her almost a year ago) she can say some funny, “mouths of babes” things just like my own little ones. And because she knows the rhythms of our home life, the other day she saw me putting on my running shoes, and says:

“You exercising now?!” (she likes to try to exercise with me…or at least watch me clumsily jumping around and sweating)

“Yup, I’m gonna try to do it real quick before I have to cook dinner.”

“You’re kitchen gonna break.”

I burst out laughing…I knew exactly what she was talking about.

I exercise to little youtube workout videos in the kitchen, and it often requires a lot of jumping and hopping around. which can be rather boisterous, loud, (and yes, I admit it…floor-shaking) when you’ve got a massive bump on your belly, and, ahem, maybe a few too many extra pregnancy pounds, to carry along with you.

“Oh, you mean because I jump around and it makes a lot of noise”

“Yeeaahhh….Your kitchen gonna breeeaaak.”

And that was my “you’re fat and pregnant” compliment of the day. Which, fortunately came from the mouths of a babe, an extra one…

so I wasn’t too offended.

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My Man and His Ordination

Elders and grandfather, father-in-law, and uncle laying hands on Danny to pray over him

Elders and grandfather, father-in-law, and uncle laying hands on Danny to pray over him  *photo taken by Trinity :)

Last week, after 3 years of intense seminary study and another year of ordination exam study, my incredibly hard-working husband, Danny Iverson, was ordained as an “official” Presbyterian Church of America pastor.

As he is now a fifth generation pastor (his dad, granddad, great-granddad, and great great granddad were all pastors), I would say that he was probably ordained to be a pastor, long before he “officially” became one.

And as I shared that evening during that powerful ordination service, he has truly lived as one long before the education and the thesis and those 8 hour ordination exams.

For those who have asked for a copy of this, I’m posting my words here….the ones I typed up prior to the ordination while my children ran crazy in the McDonald’s play place, so as to buy me some time to think straight. I’m no fool, you never let an emotional pregnant woman up in front of a microphone to talk about her husband, without having already written out, and already cried out, the thoughts and emotions that come with this monumental event….

Today, we look forward towards the ministry God is leading Danny into.  Danny is being ordained to be a preacher and minister of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. But today, I want testify that far before his education, far before his correct answers for the ordination “grilling”, far before his memorization of the dates and events of the spreading of the Gospel in church history, he has been living that Gospel. 

I first became acquainted with Danny in college, where although five years ahead of me in his college education (yes, he managed to “cram” his undergrad degree into five years, not four), he had left a marked imprint on the life of the college ministry I was a part of.  Every godly young man leading some element of Campus Crusade for Christ, could be traced back to Danny’s discipleship in the lives of his peers and younger students. 
Danny and I fell in love shortly after his move to Newark, NJ where he was helping his grandfather “love the hell” out of broken kids and individuals who had known nothing but the darkness of the “hood” their whole lives. It was here that he traded in his sports car (the one that he had used to give me and his younger sister rides in college) for a minivan so that he could give more street kids rides places. Not many 26 year olds I knew did stuff like that. 
He let the poor, broken and marginalized that he moved amongst (and eventually WE moved amongst as a married couple) break him, drive Him to Jesus, and reveal the dark and broken places of his own heart. Those first years of marriage, I witnessed him over and over move towards those who stole from us, used up all our time, and constantly needed something from us.  He moved towards them not just with the Gospel message but with the Gospel lived out. He loved deeply, he loved radically, and He truly spent himself on behalf of the hungry and stood up for the needs of the oppressed, as Isaiah 58 speaks of.
Then God called us to go to seminary to become better equipped. This was a very rough transition, for we were moved away from a ministry where we could find an identity in what we DID for the Kingdom, rather than resting in what the King has done for us. This breaking was so good, for we were freed up to find our identity in who were WERE in the Kingdom.  Again, Danny did not just drown himself in books in the “ivory tower” of higher education, but started discipling some young teens whose father had recently passed away. He found younger students and poured his life into them.  We had international students and Muslim young men live with us, and Danny loved them well, all while working three jobs, one of which was pastoring a small English speaking flock at a Korean church, taking a full load of classes, and being a supportive husband and loving father to our ever growing family. (you know, those three years didn’t just produce a masters degree but also two more Iversons) The Gospel was not just a Scripture or doctrine he studied, but a way of life he lived out. He pressed into the Savior and pressed into people’s lives, allowing them to taste the goodness of that Savior through him. He lived the Gospel
And now since we have lived here in GA, I have witnessed him love our neighbors (even when being betrayed by them), love the people God has brought into our lives, all while continuing to study for ordination and learn from Perimeter Church. And most poignantly, in the past 6 months I have witnessed him utterly pour himself out unconditionally for a very exhausted, moody, dysfunctional wife growing his fourth son and sixth child in her womb.  I have watched him move towards the chaos of five kids who definitely sense that mommy is only half functioning.  He has foregone “relaxation time”, personal schedules, and even some work events to come to the rescue of a de-energized mother of five very energetic children. And he moves towards those children and wife with the same loving, discipling, and Gospel-preaching spirit that he preaches from the pulpit. He lives the Gospel in our home.
Although not perfect, this man is quick to confess sin, quick to repent at the foot of the cross and the foot of those sinned against, and he is quick to grasp hold of and stand upon this Gospel message for his own hope and security. So, although none of us are worthy to carry this sweet message of the Gospel into the lives of anyone, if there ever was a worthy man, this one is. He has tasted the sweetness of forgiveness, and the life-giving power of grace, and he is quick to not just proclaim it with his mouth, but to live it out with his very life. 
So as we embark on this next season of living for a Kingdom not our own, my only charge, Danny, would be to continue to live as you have lived. Continue to live a life of falling upon the grace of Jesus to save and empower. Continue to make your life, your gifts, and your abilities available to the Risen Lord Jesus, as He conducts His business and builds his Kingdom through an available vessel. Continue to live the Gospel, because it is the Savior we proclaim that empowers and sustains you.  I love you, Danny, and thank you for truly living the Gospel to me every single day.

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From the Mouths of Babes…Romance in the eyes of the little ones

When Danny and I were first married, we kissed at probably every stoplight…we called it red light romance.


Now we can’t even kiss once in a blue moon at a stoplight without comments from the peanut gallery…the crew filling the back seats,

and most recently from our three year old, of all people.

We were headed to church and Danny and I kissed each other at a stoplight and we hear,

eeeeeewww, you’s kissin’ each uttewr! (“you are kissing each other!”)

and instead of turning around to see our eight year old who gets grossed out by kissing in Disney movies, we find our three year old, balking at our romance.

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One day, son, you will be extremely glad that your parents, after nearly ten years of marriage and 5.5 kids, still love each other… and still kiss at stoplights.


When you declare who should be King…

I wake up wanting to be God. or at least king over my little world.

I wake up wanting my schedule to go according to my plan. I wake up wanting my children to behave perfectly and fall in line with that plan.  I wake up wanting no interruptions, no change of events, no extra people to feed or neighborhood kids filling my home and my ears with, “Miss Kimberly!!” (in addition to the already five children, screaming “Moooommmy!”. I wake up wanting to execute everything I had on the agenda in perfect timing, with no pesky pregnancy fatigue slowing me down.  I wake up declaring, “I want to rule!” “I want jurisdiction over my kingdom!”

And just wait for the wrath of this “rulership” if you make unexpected messes, or dare to eat peanut butter in the living room, against the “law of the land” (for of course, with the eating of the peanut butter comes a massive carpet clean up), or if you didn’t do your chores on time, thus slowing me down, or if your temper tantrum comes at the exact time that we were suppose to be loading in the car to head to school,….

This “lord” can throw some pretty intense temper tantrums herself. So,

“Fall in line! Bow to my rule!”

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There were some other people, too, that I read about recently, who also wanted to declare who would be king.  They didn’t want to have to wait and sit before the True Lord to get directives from Him.  They wanted to pick and choose and set up their own jurisdiction, just as I want to set up my own jurisdiction over my home and life and schedule.

“Then all the elders of Israel gathered together and came to Samuel and Ramah and said to him, “Behold, you are old….Now appoint for us a king to judge us like all the nations.”  I Samuel 8:4

And when Samuel inquired of the Lord about it, God’s response to their demand cuts to the heart of the matter…and the heart of this mamma who wants to be king over her world.

…for they have not rejected you, but they have rejected me from being king over them. ”  I Samuel 8:7 

they have rejected me from being king over them.

And with every irritated response I give to each interruption, I am declaring who is really king around here.  And every loud outburst at kids not doing what they are suppose to is showing who is really running this show.  And every lack of interest in my husband’s “world”, because I’m too consumed with trying to rule my own, I reveal that

I have rejected Lord Jehovah from being King over me.

I have nicely moved into the role.

But when humans try to play God, it comes with a price.

God warned the people, that if they chose a human king there would be consequences. Their sons and daughters would be forced into slave labor to serve that king.  The best of their resources would be swallowed up by that king. And worst of all,

“When that day comes, you will cry out for relief from the king you have chosen, but the Lord will not answer you in that day.” I Samuel 8:18

For when we trust in false kings, we forfeit deliverance from the True One.

How much have I, for the sake of my own desire to rule, yielded up my children, yielded up the best of my moments with them, simply because I had wanted a physical king (me!!) ruling over this home, schedule, and life. I can’t be king, I cannot control, I cannot grasp so tightly every action, mess, and behavior….but nonetheless, I continue trying, and failing, which leads to lashing out in anger from this out-of-control attempt at usurping the Throne.

I lose my children in the process. I lose the best of these little years. For it brings utter ruination…crushing of little spirits, forfeiting of sweet moments, a loss of witness amongst my own kids, a spirit of anger and frustration in our home.

But praise God, there is a Savior, who holds this power-hungry mother in His grip of grace.  There is a Savior who cried out for relief, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?!?!” in my place, dealing with the consequences of  my rejection of the true King.

And now, since He was the one not answered (on the cross)

I am the one who receives a “Yes!” and deliverance from my own oppressive ruie.

If I will just fall before that cross,

and repent of trying to be king,

and yield myself to the True King.



(and the best place to start yielding, is by sitting at His feet right from the start…)

Introducing Iver-eight

This unexpected child, but perfectly expected and planned by the best Family Planner known to history, has already broken me. over.and.over.and. over.

The life-exchanged-for-life that is going on over in this Iverson household, has not been pretty, but in the mess of it all, new life, not just this sixth child’s life, but a life of perseverance and a life of character building and a life of continual repentance to my husband, kids and Heavenly Father has been growing.

And this week, we were able to have our first introduction to this new little person.  A person who I’ve met in exhaustion,  and sickness and fluttering kicks and sharp jabs, but who I got to “meet” visually,  thanks to modern day technology.  And I am in love. And the times this week that the growing of this little person has landed me on the bed…or couch…or floor, I have a real person, with a name, to talk to, pray for, and say

“You, my child, are worth it.”

And as I do so, I savor Jesus saying, “Father forgive them.” while He hung dying on the cross. A bold declaration of,

“You, my child, are worth it.”

I’m so thankful for the tiniest taste of that suffering which brings new life, for it makes my new life in Jesus so much more appreciated.
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Front shot of our new child's face

Front shot of our new child’s face, arms and belly

The source of all those sharp kicks

The source of all those sharp kicks

Some strong little legs....

Some strong little legs….

My fourth SON is the culprit of the physical, emotional, and mental hurricane I've been in for these past 24 weeks!

My fourth SON is the culprit of the physical, emotional, and mental hurricane I’ve been in for these past 24 weeks!

And I SWORE it was going to be a girl!!! Chalk it up to my excellent mothering instinct, but this little girl that I thought was growing in my womb was actually our fourth son, Judah Iverson (middle name yet to be determined).

The technician probably thought I was crazy, A. for being pregnant with our sixth child and B. For flipping out on that examining table…”What?!!?!? Are you sure? This is crazy!! I just KNEW we were having a girl!” (Its a good thing we found out ahead of time, this time)

Upon our return home, everyone was excited….

except for my five year old daughter, who promptly burst into tears.

“But I wanted a GIRL!!! I don’t want a BOY! Boys are so MEAN!”

Danny snagged it on video, but she doesn’t want us to show people because she’s embarrassed about all the tears. So, to honor her, just take my word for it….its pretty funny, I mean heart-wrenching.




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