At the time of my frantic housing search last Lent, I had no idea if we were ever going to have more children (Tess came after a 3 year drought of unexplained secondary infertility), but I wasn't going to let some mean regulations about the "proper number of people per bedroom" dictate my family size. That decision was God's alone.
For almost three months, we had no idea where my family would live starting June 6th. The clock was counting down. Our options were so limited, they felt non-existent.
Yet, God had a plan!
A new house, in a new state, with three bedrooms, a safe sidewalk with room to draw chalk pictures on, and space for a garden out back.
Unbelievably, as a bonus for staying open to life, we got a new house AND Baby Abigail. She got conceived during the hectic moving week.
God's plans are not our own. They are far better!