It’s been entirely too long since we’ve updated our blog. I’d like to say I’m going to try and do better about updating, and I am saying that, but just don’t hold your breath. Kapeesh?
It’s been quite a whirlwind in our little life lately. We moved! We are so thrilled to be in our new home and are ready to enjoy the holidays with family and friends. Chad took a different engineering position with the same company in our hometown. Because we had only lived in our previous home for less than 4 years, we decided to FSBO our house. And low and behold the Lord sold it in ONE day, that’s right. One. Uno. I tried to remain as professional as possible when I was pretending to be a realtor when the offer was made, but my jaw couldn’t help it, hit the stinkin’ floor. Modern day miracle folks, it’s the only explanation. Houses don’t sell in one day this market other than God himself doing that work. I’m just sayin’…
So fast forward a bit, the moving company packed us up and moved our whole house into a storage building. No, we didn’t live there. My gracious mother in law opened up her home to us and took full advantage of making Maddox as rotten as possible before we moved out. 
The search for our new home seemed like forever, but I think that had something to do with not having a home. We started out the process by saying we really aren’t that picky. Chad’s “only request” was that the house have a sprinkler system. He said he just wanted to be where his girls are. Don’t ooo and awe too quickly now, because we all know he’s super sweet, but he did become a little more particular once it was go time. We both did. It’s such a big decision where to put your family. And for me, working within the home, seemed to make the decision even more difficult. Too much pressure. I have commitment issues apparently when it comes to buying a house. One house would not be good enough, the next would be too good. And I’m sure that’s just the way it goes, but this being our third home finding the “right one” was harder than ever. Like trying to put a puzzle together without a picture kind of hard. I still wonder would we have had to pull over and have a good cry if our realtor wasn’t my sister in law. I’m so glad she was, and not just because she’s awesome, but because buying a home is such a big decision.
We have always had fixer uppers, and in this one we painted one room, moved our stuff in, and a house turned quickly into a home. Ahh-mazing!
So, here we are in our new home almost 90 percent settled in. And it’s bliss. Pure bliss. We couldn’t be happier with the home the Lord has blessed us with. His gifts are good. Sometimes bigger and better than we could imagine, and times better than what we would give ourselves. (Disclaimer:) I’m not a prosperity gospel believer, but sometimes I have to be reminded that my Father owns the cattle on a thousand hills (Ps. 50). So my whirlpool tub, my open kitchen, my family that fills this home with joy and laughter, they aren’t mine. They are grace granted upon me from the Giver of Life. We have already been able to have people over and open it up, and feel truly blessed that in the busiest season of our lives we can just live, at home.
