You are bringing me to life

In 2012, we joyfully learned we were getting to have our second child (found out a year ago this week).   We soon thereafter found out Matt was being let go from his job due to company downsizing.  Matt was able to start at his new job with no lag time, and later that year we learned that the timing of this could not have been more than perfect in terms of health coverage during my pregnancy.
We attempted to sell our lovely Fairway home in the middle of a hot summer, complete with drought and 100+ degree temps.  We had felt like it was time to move on, both due to its practical size for us as a growing family (if Ruby ever wanted to have her own closet) as well as for where we wanted to put down roots.  Our house did not sell.  We regrouped, and through some good friends of Matt's who run a rental management company, along with my husband's amazingly hard work for over a year and a half from the time we started getting the house ready, we were able to prepare it to rent.  We moved in with my in-laws a month before our second daughter was to be born, with our almost 2 year old Ruby.
And Sybil was born - beautiful, sweet Sybil - a true gift from God.  If ever words were not adequate to express things, I feel so when I write that she is a gift from God.  If I were a little more together, I would have the blog picture updated to reflect the fact that I have two daughters now.  It's been quiet around here blog-wise these first three months of her little life.  I hope I get to go back and tell you more about her.  About what a great big sister Ruby is becoming - when Sybil was crying in the car last night, Ruby kept offering her own blankie, which is a pretty big deal.  About how Sybil grins her toothless grin at her daddy, and how Matt is now the all-star bedtime story reader and back tickler for Ruby.  About how I love having two girls.
Two weeks after Sybil was born, our renter signed a 12 1/2 month rental agreement for our house.  Amen.  A month after Sybil was born, I received a letter from my HR of the company I was working for as a physical therapist that I had not worked quite enough hours in the past year to qualify my leave for FMLA (regulations state that you have to have worked 1250 hours in the past year, and I was short by 24 hours).  Meaning my job was not guaranteed to be there when I started back.  I took the letter to heart and started looking around for a new job.  I have been blessed to work part-time since Ruby was born, 3 days a week, and I loved the team of therapists I worked with.  But in my heart, I was really desiring to cut back my hours even a little more to 2 days a week.  And God provided a new situation where I will work 2 days a week plus one weekend a month, in a hospital that is significantly closer to home.  I started last week, and I can't believe it all actually happened.
In the midst of this, we have been living with my very gracious in-laws.  We originally thought it would just be for 2 or 3 months (or at least I did).  Here we are coming up on 5 months later.  Looking back though, I never would have felt comfortable switching jobs if we didn't have the grace of some wiggle room in our finances.  Our girls have been able to spend wonderful time with their grandparents.  As a new mom of 2, I have had extra hands to help, and we have had understanding, support and loving sacrifices from family as we navigate these first few months of parenting 2 kiddos.  Amazing.
And now today, we are going to look at a home that makes my stomach kind of bubble up with excitement as I think about it.  In Kansas City, KS near our missional community that we are so looking forward to being closer to.  We have been on a hiatus from looking at homes for over a month, with the holidays slowing everything down in the real estate market.  We have no idea what may happen today, or this week, or this month.  I might be blogging from my in-laws' computer this summer still.  But I have a feeling not.  I don't have much to say about this new home, since we don't know much yet, but how great to start feeling an anticipation again.   Since Sybil's birth, I have had a Bebo Norman song stuck in my head - "Show me your Kingdom come, Father, and let your will be done, here in me, as it is in heaven.  I want to run into the deep, and let the deep call out to me; I want to lose myself in your love.  So let it rain down, over me, as I fall down to my knees.  Let the ocean rise to meet me; I need you to bring me to life."  It could have been the warm weather yesterday, but I feel like there is something going on.