Watching, waiting, on the edge of our seats anticipating!

That title is a portion of lyrics from a Phineas and Ferb song (Disney cartoon).  That's kind of how life seems right now.  We're waiting to see how God moves in our lives.

Our buyers dropped out due to problems with their financing.  It was very disappointing, but out of our control.  We had an open house this past weekend with a very small turn out.  In total, this first week of being back on the market we've had four groups that came out to see the house.  We've also gotten our new roof installed, and a new vapor barrier in our crawl space (part of the old contract we had with the buyers).

If for some reason, God doesn't allow our home to sell, we will be out a chunk of money, but we'll have the new roof and vapor barrier.  We also have the inspection report that showed some things we didn't realize our home was getting close to needing updates on.  So the new information is good to have.  It isn't how I want things to end up, but it would be do-able...trying to keep myself open and willing to God's plans instead of mine.

Being a planner, it is really hard to not plan out my ideal situations and beg God to do it my way.  This whole year has been just trusting God and waiting, waiting, waiting to see how things will unfold.  Not easy.  We've had some curve balls thrown at us and we're trying to take them in stride and deal with what comes our way as best we can.  It almost feels like stuffing your emotions, so I don't know how well we are dealing, but we are doing the best we can to continue to place everything in God's hands and let go of our own ideas in place of His.

Starting Over

This weekend our buyers pulled out of the contract.  We have put our house back on the market and are waiting to see God's plan for our lives in this area.  There is still time for us to sell before our home is ready.  God knows best.

I learned long ago not to stress over things I cannot control.  So I simply live: waiting, praying, hoping and trusting in the Lord.  Sometimes it is frustrating.  I journal and blog, but mostly I wait to see what God is going to do.  I have to trust that His plan is best and His plan is going to come to fruition in His timing.

Faith in the Waiting

Everything seems to be in standstill right now.  We're stuck in this long transition phase between selling and moving.

God continues to be a part of it all.  On our recent trip, my hubby's boss showed him a potential office space.  It was awesome and seemingly too good to be true...  If God allows, he could office with his team, in the same building and get this- it had a sliding glass door to a patio!  He loved it right away and could imagine himself opening that door up to smell the rain or get a nice breeze on sunny days.

Regardless of whether or not he gets the office space, it has been amazing the way that God has opened doors for us to move.  My hubby's job has been more than accommodating and positive in the idea of us moving.  We got to meet some of our future homeschool group on our business trip/vacation, and things continue to fall into place.

The waiting is the hard part right now.  We're unable to move forward until the right time.  Most of our things are packed up, but we can't just halt living either.  So we continue to wait on the Lord to see what He is going to do and make the most of what we have in the meantime.

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At church, the nursery is pretty good about food allergies.  They have a place to write them down and special stickers to notify workers that a child has food allergies.  Our children's pastor has purchased name brand Cheerios because he knows of my son's allergies to wheat and that he can have Cheerios.

Initially, I hated having to put a special sticker on my son's back.  It's neon yellow with big black letters saying "Allergy Alert".  Every time he wore it, the teachers talked about it and he became the 'kid with the food allergy' instead of just another kid in the play area.  So I don't always put the sticker on him.  They always give Cheerios as a snack which he can eat, so I haven't worried.

Today, I learned that he needs that sticker.  He had three young ladies as his teachers today.  I stayed with him as I have been the past few weeks.  They were short on teachers so the 2's and 3's were grouped together.  The ladies did a great job teaching.  There was actual class structure with songs, a story, and bible verse.  I loved seeing them implement that.  Usually in the 2's class, the kids play randomly without any structure until the last 15 minutes where they clean up and have snack.

My little guy was having a pretty good time, and I was too -helping out and using my childcare expertise in assisting with the large group of kiddos.  Then they broke out the playdough and suddenly everything changed.  I realized the young ladies were not aware of my son's allergies to wheat or hadn't correlated the allergy to a "non-food" item such as playdough.  I nonchalantly took him out of the class so the other kids could enjoy their time with the playdough and my son could stay safe.  He wouldn't think twice about munching on some playdough.

We later came back when they were done with the playdough, and I explained to the ladies why we had left.  They were surprised and apologetic, which I brushed off with understanding that they didn't know.  No harm, no foul...and then I got to thinking.  If I hadn't been there, he would have been given a chunk of playdough like everyone else.  He probably would have at least tasted it, and then he'd have been reacting and miserable all afternoon.  I'm going to have to get used to him having the "kid with the allergies" label so he can be safe and still have fun when he is in group care.  Little things can make such a difference.

This Crazy Life

Since I last wrote, our house has gone under contract - yay!  I keep reminding myself nothing is for sure until we get to closing...another month and a half to go.  We've gone through an inspection and are negotiating with the buyers on what we are going to fix and not fix.  The roof is the big one, and insurance will cover it.  Praise the Lord on that one!

We took an overnight business trip to the 'big' city near our new home.  It was successful simply because our oldest two had a blast.  They really enjoyed it.

We've all been getting into a better routine with church on Sundays.  We switched back to first service, it leaves more time in the day afterwards for home life, and is less crowded.  I'm still spending service hanging out in the toddler nursery, although this last time my little guy didn't come to me as often and was interacting more with the leaders and other kids.  I see the light at the end of the tunnel!