Where are they going to live?

Mary and I spent the next couple days in a "comatose/walking/jabbering in incoherent sentences" state. It was a great feeling. I actually saw the same type of reaction by a 3 month old a couple days earlier while he was drinking from a bottle. His little eyes were slowly rolling in the back of his head in amazing state of delight.

And wouldn't you know it only 4 days later, freak out time hit us right between the eyes. "Where are they going to live?" Mary asked me. For some of you who have never seen our home, our house has exactly 1000 square feet in two stories. For some major city dwellers, this is a killer condo! But for normal people here are some questions:

Where will our guests sleep?

Are the steps really safe to walk down?

If Boo has to live inside, does that mean one of children might sleep in her cage at night?

What is that smell?

Are the fake wood floors a good idea for infants?

The final question was, "How much room do they* really need?"
*Still in amazement that the word is "they", not "he/she"

Instead of asking the question to people who have more wisdom than us, we did the next logical thing: immediately search for a home. We found a couple homes that were bigger and were within our price range and we decided to sit down and talk with a realtor to find out if this was something we wanted to pursue.

After calculating all of the numbers for selling our home and buying our home, then calculating our monthly budget, sweat and tears start coming from our pores. (Make your best guess at who was doing what!) These conversations were not easy ones, actually we had more arguments than conversations because our communication was way off.

We figured out that our sin was causing our arguments. We were happy that God showed us our sin, praise we can confess it and thankful for Christ that consumed all of it. We were not trusting God to provide for us. He has made promises to us (Matt.6). And we were not believing them. After we recognized this, we started examining this decision with freedom and grace, rather than fear. Our communication got a lot better and we focused on the important questions:

Do we know how much space these little two would need? We didn't.

Would we want to spend the next 5 months keeping the house clean all the time?-not Mike's favorite.

Do we want to take down pictures of our family?-not Mary's favorite

Do we want to take down the sconces and drapes off the wall in the bedroom that Mary designed for us?-Mary was close to picking a fight with the realtor on this one, seriously

Do we want to devote our weekends finding a house we may not 100% like?-Talk about sleepless nights if we couldn't find a place with a patio

Painting a new house?-I hate painters tape and the evil behind straight lines

Moving all our stuff?-Packing boxes give me the sniffles

Finally worse of all, not really treasuring this time of being parents without children and preparing for an awesome blessing?

So we made a decision, we stayed. Why? Well plain and simple, we don't know what children need and when we do, we will move. God has big plans for our family, and we want to enjoy all the details in those plans.