It’s been about two and a 1/2 weeks since our oven imploded on us.

All I did was put a frozen pizza in the oven, a frozen pizza! Which I believe is still in there, and a few minutes later I heard a crash. I walked over to the kitchen and sure enough the glass from the oven had shattered and little pieces of glass had shot out from the opening in the broiler.

Other than the grave disappointment of really craving that pizza and not being able to eat it, all was fine, thank God. I wasn’t washing dishes or walking by the stove at that time, so me and the babies were a. o.k.

But just earlier that week I sat down and really started to think “adultish”. My husband is much better at this than I am. I’m all about living in the moment and going with the flow. He’s much more of a thinker and planner, in that sense. And as I sat there thinking, I was reminded why I don’t like to do that…because I get anxious and fearful!

Thinking about the upcoming year and the loss of an income, because I’ll be staying home and taking care of the babies, while we gain two more mouths to feed brought me to tears. HOW CAN WE DO THIS?

I immediately went into panic mode and just started crying, could be the hormones too, but more than ever I realized we need a budget and we need a budget now! Coming to that realization didn’t lessen the anxiety, it only heightened it.

I knew I needed a peace that would go beyond this understanding, and I went and spent time with God. I opened up to Psalms 56 and this promise from verses 3 & 4 jumped out at me “But when I am afraid, I will put my trust in you. I praise God for what he has promised. I trust in God,so why should I be afraid?…”

That Wednesday night, I felt His peace envelop me and remind me that He had our backs. That we will do our part, but He will do His part which is greater than what we need.

Well fast forward to the stove breaking a few days later. Trying to save money by eating out less was no longer an option and a hit to the budget. But let me tell you how God provides.

My mom, who has the gift of cooking the best Spanish food in the world, reached out to us last weekend and said she wanted to come over and cook for us. She didn’t know our stove was broken. I told her what happened and she cooked up a storm at her house, and then my parents brought it over. We had delicious home cooked food for quite a few days. They did the same thing this past Sunday, and on this snow day my hubby, the kids, and I have more than enough to eat.

God reminded me in a very tangible and practical way, that I do not have to fear. His promise is true. He has our backs and He will continue to provide for us when the babies come. We just need to continue putting out trust in Him as a family.

It brought tears to my eyes, and still does even now that I write. God is so kind and thoughtful, and He doesn’t even have to be. But that’s the love of a Father. A love that my hubby and I will know much better in a few months from now.

What are you fearful of today? What are you anxious about? What promise from God are you holding onto?

Twin Mommy Out,


Post update: the stove is all fixed and God is still faithful ☺