Meet Margie

I'm a lot like you. 

Why ten kids? 

People frequently ask me if I planned it that way.   It wasn't until I was about nine years old that I started feeling that someday I would have a lot of kids.  I grew up the youngest of eight children,--that's me in the middle with my broken arm (I tripped over my dog, Butterball, while playing hopscotch with my sister, Bonnie, far right on the front row.) Crowds of people--that's all I remember.  When I was in third grade, I went to church with my new best friend at school.  Her daddy was the preacher at the Baptist church down the street and she invited me..  I cannot recall ever going to church before (forgive me, Mama, if I'm wrong).  As far as I remember, the first time I heard the Gospel that day, I committed my life to Christ.  I remember so clearly from that point on, I would regularly tell myself, "When I grow up, I'm going to have a bunch of kids, and we're going to be a Christian family."  God was listening. 

My Happily Ever After 

After I admired him from afar for many months, Robert Sims asked me out for the first time on April 13, 1985.  I know every detail of our first date because I wrote three pages about it in my journal (The Journals page is coming soon).  We were married May 31, 1986 and our first child came 11 months later  Over the next 25 years, the babies kept coming.  Our oldest is 30, our youngest is 6.  "Mom," my oldest once reminded me, "I am closer in age to you than I am to my youngest sister!"