I read this the other day from Knowing God by JI Packer, and it really struck me.

"The world dwarfs us all, but God dwarfs the world. The world is his footstool, above which he sits secure. He is greater than the world and all that is in it, so that all the feverish activity of its bustling millions does no more to affect him than the chirping and jumping of grasshoppers in the summer sun does to affect us. Behold your God!"

This statement really puts things in perspective. We are finite, he is infinite. We are confined to always being in one time and place, while he is omnipotent. We are bogged down by the cares of each day, while he has insurmountable wisdom, knowledge, and power. We can be intimidated and overcome, while he is victorious. We make blunders and sin, while God is holy and righteous. Everything must answer to him in the end, and everything was created by him in the beginning.

There are too many girls in my family. I have three younger sisters, and four female cousins, who live right next door. No boys whatsoever. Our two households are close, having been home school neighbors for as long as we can remember, and growing up like this has been an interesting experience.

For one thing, there is an overflow of unnecesarry emotion that explodes all too often in our house, and I believe much of this is due to rampant hormones that simultaneously attacks one adolescent female after another. The household mood swings from excited to joyous to disturbed to offended to affectionate and then back again to excited - all over the course of fifteen minutes. It's a bit of an adventure.

I, for one, can't stand these emotional explosions, and have grown to learn the art of detaching myself from the drama when it's intense and join in when the general mood returns to being pleasant and fun. The trick is to just not get involved or open your mouth at all until the storm blows over. Cracking some kind of a lame joke can considerably help the situation.

When we all have to get ready at once in the morning, it can be a very daunting experience. Everyone has to take a shower, then everyone has to blowdry their hair (even my eight year old sister,) followed by borrowing each other's clothing, protesting about the clothes borrowed from us...All in all, it's a pretty chaotic experience, but delightful nonetheless :)

My poor dad had to get his own bathroom downstairs, due to the upstairs bathroom getting gradually overtaken by too many females.

But despite all the drama, it's been fun having the all girl atmosphere. There's a unique sort of openness that we get to have around each other, as well as girlish activities and conversations that spice up each day.