Now, "My Father's house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you?" John 14:2
We bought this specific house so we could host foster children as a respite family. Last night, I screwed together the new crib. Each day this week, one more box shows up on our doorstep, the final pieces to prepare our house for licensing. We're so close.
Then, three weeks ago, a little blue test told us to start making room for another baby who won't just stay for a weekend. It's hard not to get overwhelmed, thinking about all of the changes to our little family so quickly. I spent nights googling how to fit three carseats into multiple different kinds of cars and small SUVs.
Now, today thickens the plot. Doctor visit after doctor visit makes it seem like we won't get to meet the newest baby here after all. I'm really struggling with this picture of rooms. Maybe this baby gets to the house with many rooms, first.
Either way, the struggling feels tangible right now. Death continues to think it has victory.
“Where, O death, is your victory?
And as we wait for tests and doctors, we're one fire extinguisher and one medicine cabinet lock away from kids joining our family even sooner. Praise God who makes all things good. Even as we live in the midst of the mess. Heartaches and hopes. Praise with tears.
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