Living in a house with 16 others ranging in age from 6 weeks to me can be a challenge. It reminded me of a family who lived down the street from us when we first moved back to LR from law school. The couple had 12 children, 7 boys and 5 girls ranging from 3 to 16. They quickly became Walter’s babysitter. “What’s one more,” the mother would say adding, “I miss having a baby around.” She meant it. I learned as much from the couple as anyone one else about raising children. Their house only having three bedroom — the boys slept 5 to a king and a bunk bed, the girls slept in a king in the other room. Their dining room table were two picnic benches pushed together and they had to have a milk dispenser. The mother told me they went through a bottle of shampoo every night. Yet, the house was a home full of love. The father told me they didn’t have room to fight or pout. They were too cramped not to get along.
We often feel like we have run out of space. There is no room for one more demand, one more problem, or anymore bad news. Yet, in God we have my couple down the street. He says there’s room in his house. Let me handle this one for the night or weekend, like my couple took Walter. He says there is always room to ease your burden.