Two weeks after the birth of our fourth baby, our trailer, which had been up for sale for five years finally sold. We had to be packed and out in a week.  We moved into my in-laws home, where we received much persecution concerning our family size and lifestyle, especially our home schooling and my not "working". It was a difficult few months before we could move into our dream home.

On the day that we moved in, I began vomiting severely, and it wouldn't stop. I found out, at the emergency room, that I was pregnant again! Esther was only four months old! I had had a very difficult pregnancy with Esther and had prayed that the Lord would put a few years between Esther and the next

baby. I was angry with the Lord that He ruined my plans for the ideal first year of home schooling and first year in our new home. There was so much I wanted to do, but now that was thwarted by being sick all the time. 

Over the course of that year, my bitterness grew as the proverbial "one thing after another" occurred in my life:  the move, the in-laws, the "all day" morning sickness, pneumonia, bed rest and a baby that arrived late. Esther developed a metabolic problem that nearly took her life, and I broke my foot after falling down some stairs. During this time, I really didn't pay much attention to my husband’s or my children's needs.

The baby was due the beginning of June, and my husband took time off work. To my horror, the baby decided to arrive the last day of my husband's vacation time and I was left with no help after the baby was born.  Because of the timing, no one was able to help me. I became even more bitter toward the Lord and my family. I began to reason within my heart that perhaps God is not in charge at all, thus giving Satan a foothold in my life.