I do declare that I don’t recall a recent time when I was out and about that someone hasn’t stopped me to comment on the size of my family. Now, I am of the friendly sort, but I generally don’t stop people in the middle of the frozen food section to comment on their reproductive habits or lack thereof. But when you have more than 1.7 children, you are fair game.

Now, I realize we’re the antithesis of The Simpsons and other pop culture TV families–as my children walk through the grocery store calmly, without grabbing things off the shelves and begging unmercifully for Sugar Bombs–and so, I generally welcome the comments because I acknowledge that we must look strange, especially with the sheer volume of it all. Really, when is the last time someone stopped you, gave you their captive attention, and asked you to share the Gospel? Happens to me every time.

Sometimes the phrase “How do you do it?!” is a sincere question; other times it is said as a statement of bewilderment. Either way, they are waiting for a response, and I try not to disappoint them. Today, it was another version of the same question that went like this from the lady who works in the bakery, “Are they all yours?! …Boy, and you’re barefoot and pregnant again.” To which I said, “Well, I’m wearing shoes today, but only because we’re at the grocery store.” Then she went on to tell me about the Duggar family “with something like 16 kids” that she heard about on TV. Utter disgust was in her voice.

Now I realize that large families are not synonymous with being a Christian, but those who have allowed the Lord to multiply his Kingdom right in their home have a particular calling. It requires a ready, gracious response to all who are watching and hate life. They hate life because they have not bowed their knee yet to the Life Giver. They are watching. They are stopping us. They are asking—in their own way—from where comes our hope and our reason for choosing life.

And so, when the lady in the bakery mocked our family and my declaration of God’s goodness, I couldn’t help but notice that she pulled out the leftover, unsold Halloween cupcakes. She gave one to each of the children. And she handed me an extra one for the baby.

I will praise you, O LORD, with all my heart;
I will tell of all your wonders. ~Psalm 9:1