No Children!



Twenty-seven years ago (or is it twent-eight?) my Mom and Dad got married. But they found out they couldn't have any children. They went to a doctor for help and by a miracle, my sister, brother and I were born. Mom had wanted many, many children, but after us, she couldn't have any more.

8 years ago, the Lord put it on our hearts to adopt. Now, we are on our first leg of the journey.

This poem is for my mom and dad, who want to adopt some little children, so we can train them to be extra weapons for the Kingdom (also, Mom never wants an empty nest) =)

No Children in the house to play--

It must be hard to live that way!

I wonder what the people do

When night comes on and the work is through,

With no glad little folks to shout,

No eager feet to race about,

No youthful tongues to chatter on

About the joy that's been and gone?

The house might be a castle fine,

But what a lonely way to dine!

No children in the house at all,

No fingermarks upon the wall,

No corner where the toys are piled--

Sure indication of a child.

No little lips to breathe the prayer

That God shall keep you in His care;

No glad caress and welcome sweet

When night returns you to your street;

No little lips a kiss to give

Oh, what a lonely way to live!

No children in the house I fear

We would not last it half a year.

What would we talk about at night,

Plan for and work with all our might,

Hold common dreams about and find

True union of heart and mind,

If we two had no greater care

Than what we both should eat and wear?

We never know love's brightest flame

Until that day the baby came.

And now we could not get along 

Without their laughter and their song.

Joy is not bottled on a shelf,

It cannot feed upon itself,

And even love, if it shall wear,

Must find its happiness in care;

Dull we'd become of mind and speech

Had we no little ones to teach.

No children in the house to play!

Oh, we could never live that way! 
By Edgar Guest

Sola Deo Gloria!

~Taralyn Rose