Its been a while since I have updated on what has happened in my life, so I will share with you now.
So last August I half jokingly said to my husband that we should sell our house for profit, pay off a bunch of debt, and buy a new home all because "the market was right". He heeded my words of wisdom and we sold our house in 3 days. I wept as I called him and let him know our counter offer had been accepted and we were moving forward. While I knew when we bought our first home that we never intended to stay forever, I guess the shock of how quickly things happened gave me no time to process. I am a creature that doesn't handle change well. The hunt for a new home started and I thought it would be easy to find something we could both agree on that was in our price range. Apparently everyone else got the memo, because as soon as a house went on the market there were three full priced offers and it was sold in a day. My hopes of sealing a deal before Christmas was looking dim. We found a nice house on the east side of town that was a short sale. Now if you have ever dealt with a short sale, there is nothing short about it. We lived with my parents for two months while things got smoothed out. Here's the funny thing; the house is the same layout as our last home, minus one bedroom and mirrored. We laughed and said at least we knew our furniture would fit. In November we got to move into our house and the work continues to progress. New carpet, paint, flooring, cleaning. It is moving along slowly, but it moves.
During this time, our church was going through a series on the life of Abraham. If you are familiar with his story, you know that he and his wife Sarah were promised a child from God but had to wait many, many years to see this promise fulfilled. There were a few Sundays where I sat in my chair with tears streaming down my face thinking how Sarah's pain matched my own. She became so desperate to give her husband a son that she offered up her maidservant to be the mother of his child. Haggar became pregnant with Abraham's first son and she flaunted her pregnancy in front of Sarah. Sarah wrestled with anger, hurt, disappointment, rejection, loneliness; all the things I wrestled with in my own journey. But because our God is sovereign, Sarah did become pregnant with a son and she named him Isaac, meaning "laughter".
Through this series I had to work through a lot of stuff. I had to give a lot to God. And thankfully I finally became okay with where we were at. I even found myself being able to
encourage others who are facing the same painful reality.
Christmas came. This is hard time of year for me. My thoughts go to how we should have four stockings hanging up on the fireplace mantle. I made two memory ornaments for my babies in heaven. It was an emotional yet beautiful project. In the dark living room, only the lights from the Christmas tree were on, I hung up Elijah and River's ornaments and stared at them for a while. Not with us physically, but now they would always be here for Christmas.
We had a wonderful time with our families. Ate way too much food, had lots of laughs, and just enjoyed being with those we are blessed to have with us. Guy and I cozied up at home that Thursday night not knowing that things would be different in the morning. I was expecting my cycle to start at some point over the Christmas week, but it never came. So Friday morning I found myself, once again, six in the morning peeing on a stick. Two pink lines. The best of all Christmas surprises. I again shoved the freshly seasoned pregnancy test in Guy's sleepy face and asked if he saw them too. We both sat in bed with goofy smiles on our face. Bewildered that we once again were pregnant yet also a little fearful that
we were once again pregnant.
I'm now into my second trimester of my pregnancy. Feeling so crazy blessed that I have a little human growing in there. I'll update you more on what God has been showing me through the last 14 weeks. But this is a rather long addition to the blog and I just needed to share how good God is. He is faithful to keep His promises. They never come when we want them to. And sometimes they don't come without pain. But they come when God planned for them to.