Out of Control

Control. It’s not something I ever thought I struggled with. BUT- the circumstances of life, have shown me just how much I’m not in control. There is someone in control, and it’s definitely not me!

I got married and a month and half later felt weird. Yep, pregnant. I felt pregnant. So June wedding and April baby. She was (and is) a doll. The following November, I found out I was pregnant again. Unfortunately I lost that baby. I felt out of control when I thought I’d have kids 14 months apart, and I felt out of control when I couldn’t keep that baby alive inside me. Completely helpless. A few months later in January, I feel weird again. Ok- so I go to the doctor to get some hormones balanced and they told me “Hey, your hormones are off, but it’s because you are pregnant.” WHAT???? I go in for the ultrasound and BAM- There it is twins. TWINS. Did I mention my 9 month old daughter was crying in a stroller next to me while I was getting the ultrasound? I didn’t struggle to get pregnant. I know many do, so I am not trying to make light of that. All of this is to say that all of this was out of my control. I was happy, but scared. I was a newlywed-with an infant–pregnant with twins. I felt as if I was sitting in the passenger seat of a car going 100mph and there is no driver.  Totally in shock, and wondering “Who in the heck is driving this car?”  The thing is I know who is driving the car. It’s the One who created the universe. The Savior of my Soul.

FAST FORWARD and I end up being a single mom to 3 kids under the age of 2.

My world began to crumble around the time I was 6 months pregnant with the twins. It completely shattered when my precious babes were 3 weeks old. My twins arrived at 37 weeks 3 days. They were big and healthy, despite all the stress I had been under the last three months of my pregnancy. I even came home 2 days after they were born. (I figured you got to stay longer depending on the number babies you have- but no) My grandmother died when the twins were a week old. My grandmother who I acted as a caretaker for the previous 2 years. Out of Control. She was my last living grandparent. She was sick and it wasn’t a surprise, but that doesn’t mean you miss them any less. That doesn’t mean you don’t wish they had more time with their great grandchildren. That the kids could know her and cherish her the same way that I did. The two weeks later my husband moved out of the house. I was there, alone with twin newborns who don’t sleep, who have intense reflux, and I have a 16 month old who is completely confused about the world. She has two new people who cry and take her mom away, and dad is gone. Out of Control. There has to be someone in control. My head spun for days. Partially because I was so sleep deprived, and partially because my whole world literally crumbled, but I was needed by 3 little people.

I knew everything was out of my control. Because, seriously? I have thought several times over the past year “Can this be real life?” “Whose life is this?”  Well, remember when I referenced the One who created the universe, the Savior of my Soul. I have hope in Jesus Christ, the one who loves me and saved me. He is in control.

Let me show you how.

The baby I lost, it would have come around the time when things began to crumble. The amount of stress that came the time around the due date that would have been too much. God knew that baby was safer with Him. He wanted to keep that baby safe. The twins being born healthy and big? It minimized our bills, and I didn’t have to deal with NICU or preemies. I even had them naturally, so my recovery was so much faster than if I had to have a C-Section. Did I mention that we lived in my parents house because they lived in Switzerland? Did I mention my mom was back from their home in Switzerland to help me. My grandmother, she got to meet my twins. She talked about them constantly for the last few months of her life. I’m so glad she got to meet them, and them her before she went to see Jesus. My dad had also come back in town to be with his mom before she passed. He was here when my husband moved out. So while I did have 3 kids under two years old, I had my mom and my dad here. My mom who is excellent at child rearing. She woke up with me every night to feed the babies. She rocked them for hours on end in the middle of the night. She never ended up going back to Switzerland.  My dad was able to get transferred back permanently and moved home for good in December.

As soon as I finally opened up to my bestie about how bad things actually were, she stepped right in. When my husband moved out, she started coming over 1 morning each week to watch my kids, or help me watch the kids. That way my mom or I could go get groceries, or in my case go to therapy. Did I mention she also set up help two other mornings of the week. She, her husband, and my other bestie, came over the day after my husband moved out to clean up the mess he had left. They moved all of my things to a new bedroom, and took wonderful care of my babies. They sent me to get a massage.

I didn’t write all this to tell you a sob story.  I wrote it to show you how I thought I had it all in control, and in reality- I have no control.  All I can say is- I know God is in control. He may allow such CRAP to happen. But He also takes care of you. Take heart, friends. The Creater of the Universe will take care of you. One way or another. He will also teach you a multitude of lessons along the way.

It’s coming up on a year since my husband left. I still have issues with control, and I probably always will. But I also have 3 kids, so whatever control I think I have, it’s probably just an illusion.


Brave New Tomorrow

Opportunities for Bravery

“Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow”. Does that line ring a bell? It’s from the hymn Great is Thy Faithfulness by Thomas Chrisholm. Sitting in church, in the midst of my uncertainty, we sang that hymn. That line hit me upside the head, and reminded me that God will strengthen me, and there is hope.

Hi. I’m Kimberly. I don’t know much, but what I do know is that life is full of opportunities. Opportunities for bravery. Every day is a new opportunity for bravery. Things were pretty simple for me. Then life happened. Adulting happened. Tragedy struck. I had to make some choices. Hard choices.  Necessary choices. I find myself in the place where I am a single mother to 3 incredible children who are all under the age of 3. That’s right folks, I’ve got irish triplets. A singleton (moms of multiples lingo) and twins who arrived 16 months later.

I am a follower of Christ. I am by no means perfect.  One morning, in the midst of my tragedy, I was unable to sleep. I got up, made myself coffee, and began to read my Bible and pray. As I was praying, begging God for answers as to why in the heck is this happening, He sent me to Jeremiah.  I was reading about how God would rebuild the city.  I sat there wondering what God was trying to say to me in that moment, and honestly, I didn’t know. What I do know is that God is saying He his faithful. That He is the hope I have to hold onto. That God is faithful, and He has me. He has my kids. He has my future, hopes, worries, anxieties, fears, joys, trials, happiness… (do you see where I’m going?). He is orchestrating my life, and I may not see why, or how in the world He is going to work this for my good, but His word tells me He is (Romans 8:28). That seems like a cliché Bible verse to some, but to those in trial, those who have no idea what God is doing or why He allows things to happen, it reminds you that God’s got this and He is working it for your good, despite our doubt.

So there it is. A Brave New Tomorrow. Every night when I go to bed, I have to choose to be brave tomorrow. No matter how I failed or succeeded that day.  Whether I kicked butt at parenting, or lost it about 100 times that day (this is what typically happens). I have people depending on me to be brave.

So I will be brave.