Wow, it's been a while since I've been on here... Time flies when you're a mommy.
For those of you that missed me, I'm doing alright (less so today, but that will be part of the rant that I'm planning on posting after my greeting). My little girl is 1 year old now (15 months). I'm expecting my second not long after she turns 2.
Right now though, I'm dealing with a very hard week (or month, if you spread it all out). I found out that the lease on our apartment is over the very DAY my second baby is due. Being a mom, that stresses me out, thinking we might not have a home for my little one to come to. I can't stand the thought of having to live at someone else's house until we find a place either. So I was looking for places to move to, and the first few I found didn't work out, I continued to look at it in a positive light, and believe that God was just preparing a better place for us. That was before today. Last week, I found a house that was beyond perfect for our little family, and I went out of my way to go look at it, get the application for it, and to run it back to them in time, before the deadline. My husband I felt really good about it; we thought that God had finally brought us the perfect home. Today, the lady called me and told me that she had decided to give it to someone else.
I have spent all day being mad at God (and feeling terrible for being mad at Him at the same time). But I can't really see anything getting better than what that house would have been for us. That house was perfect, close to family, just enough room, pet friendly, etc. This whole time, I kept telling myself that God was preparing something better, and now I can't see how He's going to get any better than perfect.
So I spent all day praying (half of the day was spent asking God why He would do this to me, the other half was spent telling Him I'm sorry for being so mad at Him). My only conclusion is, he has something better, and its coming.
On top of my house problems, I have medical insurance problems that I need to sort out before my next prenatal appointment, but hopefully everything that can go wrong, won't go wrong. I did ask God to help me trust Him... I hope He doesn't test me on that with the medical stuff.