28 Week Bumpdate…Insomnia Edition

Well…here we are.  28 weeks.  Woohoo!!  Oh, and it’s also 5AM on a SATURDAY!

I’m not mad.  It’s ok.  I am sitting in a dark room with the Christmas tree lit and nice warm cup of decaf coffee.  Also fabulous to note, this is the first time in two years that our Christmas tree has been out of the box.  Two years ago we were living with my parents, and last year we were in the apartment.  I was somewhat scared that the whole tree wouldn’t light up when taken out of the box.  BUT, it actually looks great and Kohen had so much fun putting ornaments on the tree with me.  And then not stopping to touch the tree EVER!  Oh, many a timeout for that boy.  He just doesn’t quite understand why he can’t play with his new “Mater” ornament this year.  I can’t blame him…it really doesn’t make much sense.

Anyway, things with the pregnancy are moving along just fine.

Baby boy seems to be doing great.  I suppose I’m a bit off on my appointments, so next time (close to 30 weeks) I will take my glucose test, get a sonogram, and see the doc.  The specialist requested that we check on baby every 4 weeks towards the end.  I’m not complaining about getting the opportunity to check in on that little guy!

I feel like I’m as big as I was at the END of Kohen’s pregnancy.  But, such is life as a pregnant lady.  Just embracing this special time…you know, pregnancy through the winter.  Lots of layers and lots of food.  What’s there to be sad about?!  Thanksgiving was so awesome.  EXCEPT for when you stuff yourself, and you have a big belly on top of that.  It was the most uncomfortable I’ve been so far.  BUT the food was soooo good.  We hit up 4 thanksgivings over the break.  I mentioned to Chad how I LOVE that we are able to go around and see everybody and spend time.  And, Kohen did so great.  I think, though, my crabbiness on Monday (and Kohen’s too) was due to all the mayhem (fun) that we experienced during the break.

Back to baby…not being able to sleep hasn’t been an every night thing…thank goodness.  It just happens every once in awhile.  With Kohen, I got cramps in my legs a lot towards the end.  This time, I’ve noticed my legs are tight when I wake up, but I haven’t woken up with a full blown cramp in the night..yet.

Chad is my little busy worker bee (a handy hubs is the best!!) and we are in full swing of projects around here.  He crafted built-ins for our closet to create more space in our bedroom, as well as to allow us to give our dresser to Kohen, and Kohen’s dresser to the baby (so all the white furniture that Chad made first time around will stay together).  Next up, painting the baby’s room.  Which also involves painting the dark brown woodwork white.  He really is the best, no joke.

And then, all that is left is to name this kid!  Seriously!  If Chad would just agree to my name choice, everything could be fine 🙂  But really, boy’s name are a lot tougher for us than girl’s names.  Not that we have had to ever think seriously about a girl name…we have one in our back pocket that we loved since before we were even close to getting pregnant.

This is probably more like a life update than an actual bump update…I don’t even really have an updated picture.  Maybe I will get one tonight.  We are celebrating Chad’s work Christmas party downtown and a little husband brag, Chad is up for Employee of the Year!  His co-workers vote on this honor and he is 1 of 4 finalists.  I AM SO PROUD OF HIM!!!  Anyone who knows Chad, knows his genuine heart, ability to strike up conversation with anyone, willingness to do the things that are not always fun, his hard-working attitude, and his absolute like-ability.  I may be a bit biased.

And, for fun…recent pictures of K.

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20 Week Bumpdate

Yay! We’re over halfway there!  And we know our little baby’s gender.

It’s a BOY!!

When the sono lady was doing the sonogram, she got to the end and asked if we had a preference/feeling this time around.  Chad started to say how fun it would be to have a little girl, when she interrupted him and said, well, unfortunately you don’t have a very shy little son!  He was loud and proud, spread legs, ready to show himself off to the world.

We are so thrilled.  NOT ONLY for a perfect little one, growing and measuring right on, but also for the icing on the cake of knowing that it is a HE in there.  The very first thing I told Chad after we found out (and after we high-fived, of course) was that he could now build bunk beds for the boys!

I was secretly hoping for a boy.  Don’t get me wrong, a girl would have been so sweet…we all know the craziness that would ensue (I had even found the PERFECT Hello Kitty diaper bag), but I know it will be so special for Kohen to have a brother.  And I never got to experience what it was like to have a sister (ok, my brothers are alright too) but there is just something different when you have a sibling of the same gender.  I have also already gone through some of Kohen’s baby clothes and I’m pumped to use them again on this little guy!

Anyway, we found out on a Monday (a little after 18 weeks) at my specialist appointment.  Which went very well by the way.  Other than the appointment taking all morning, everything checked out fine.  They will monitor me closely because blood pressure is not something to mess around with (and I understand completely), but I still felt like my elevated levels were because of my general nervous state at the doctor’s office.  But, it just means that we get to see our little guy more towards then end with a few extra sonograms, and we will pray that everything goes well towards the end of the pregnancy.

We kept the baby’s gender a secret until we could share with family in a small gender reveal party.


We had Chad’s mom and Paul, Paul’s son CJ and his wife, Chad’s dad and Beth, Chad’s brother’s family, my parents, and my younger brother (Ty skipped out to be at the Royals game – who are going to the World Series…what??????!!!!!) over to our house and I made a couple pots of chili, and kept it pretty low-key with the sides.

We ate out on the back patio and it was a beautiful evening.

We decided to reveal the baby’s gender first thing because we didn’t want any chances of spoiling the surprise.


I had wrapped up a new little onesie and we planned to have Kohen open it up.  (I wanted to find “matching” outfits so that Kohen would be dressed in the same outfit that he would pull a smaller version of out of the bag, but I wasn’t finding what I wanted at the store.  Chad insisted that it was fine…and it was.  It’s just once you have something in your mind…ya know??  Or maybe that’s just me??)

Anyway, Ko opened the bag, and it was BLUE!



Mama and her boys!

We had a great evening with family and it was great to finally let everyone know!!

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Those pics were all from around 19 weeks.


This is from last weekend (20 weeks)  Mama and little brother.


Daddy and big brother!

So thankful for my family! And the chance to take care of 3 boys (yes I include Chad) 🙂

15 Week Bumpdate



-Feeling just a little large for this to only be 15 weeks, but maybe it was the angle and the camera???  Might as well get used to growing…

-Have been LOVING the fall-ish weather and am looking forward to being pregnant mostly through the cooler months.  Already have been disappointed in my maternity wardrobe and have been scoping out sales to catch a few staple pieces on discount!

-I think that I may have felt some movement, but I can’t say for sure.

-As with Kohen, I have been avoiding sweets – they just don’t sound good!  So, I don’t know if that is just my preference when I’m dealing with the sickness, or if that means we have another boy on our hands.  Time will tell.

-I still haven’t made it completely out of the woods in terms of feeling good…which may contribute to the extra weight gain.  Food is the only thing that seems to make the gross taste in the back of my throat go away.  I’ve tried the anti-nausea meds and Tums, but gum and mints seem to mask the symptoms the best.

-Have also been feeling quite tired.  But, early bed time is my jam in normal life, so it’s not completely surprising.

-Cravings: Salty and Fresh.  Salads with any vinaigrette type dressing, broccoli and carrots, pickled okra, pickles, cottage cheese, sandwiches and Dr. Pepper (but I don’t give in very often) and fast food.  A friend had taco bell at small group the other night and it was all I could think about until I went and got some for lunch the next day!

-We got a gym membership so I’m looking forward to getting back on the fitness track and helping to curb excessive weight gain

-We don’t have another appointment for a few weeks – doc is on vacation so I had to go for a 17 week appointment instead of the normal 16.  Had a little bit of a scare around 13 weeks, but thankfully baby’s heartbeat was solid and strong.  Brought huge relief to this nervous mama.

-It also needs to be noted that my doctor was concerned about my blood pressure at my last appointment…I tried to convince her that it is high at every doctor appointment because I have white coat syndrome, but she wasn’t having it.  Chad and my mom have been monitoring it at home and it has been regular here, so I have been recording it as evidence.  The doc wanted to know why I hadn’t been diagnosed with chronic hypertension and she wasn’t willing to take any risks and referred me to a specialist.  We won’t see that doctor until later September.  Doing my best to remain calm about the situation, and what has me mellow is the fact that we have recorded good blood pressure markers at home.  I know in my heart that my blood pressure is high just because of being in the doctor’s office and my worry that everything is ok with the baby.  So, now, I just have to convince the doctors!!

-So thankful to be carrying this little life and look forward to seeing the baby on the sono for the anatomy scan (praying for strong development and all the parts to be growing perfectly) and to have a little icing on the cake to find out the gender.

A Rainbow…a symbol of hope



As you may or may not have noticed, life over here in my corner of blog land has been pretty quiet.  I suppose it was a combination of lots of things.  Moving to the new house, working on & fixing up the new house, enjoying summer together, spending lots of time outside, chasing around our very active two-year-old, and filling up our summer days.  My heart just wasn’t really into writing, plus I was in the midst of dealing with many emotions along the process after miscarriage and desperately wanting to be pregnant again.  

During my time of grief, I came across the term “Rainbow Baby”.  This refers to the baby that follows a loss.  In the Bible, in Genesis, after God floods the earth, he gives a sign of a Rainbow as a promise to never flood the earth again.  It was a symbol of hope that whenever they would look at the sky they could trust in God’s promises.  I began praying that moment that God would bless us with a sweet little Hershberger Rainbow baby – not to fill the void of the twins – but to bring hope and joy to a heavy, grieving heart (and family).

It is with great joy, thankfulness, and excitement that the Hershberger’s announce our Rainbow baby to arrive late Feb/early March.  Kohen will be a big brother!!

As I make this announcement, I am also torn because I know over the last 8 months how much pregnancy announcements have hurt me.  Not because I was not genuinely excited for the couples’ announcing, but it was a fresh reminder of what I didn’t have.  I had so many great friends who announced their pregnancies to me following our miscarriage.  And, I am so very thankful for their tenderness, and love in the way they were so gentle with me.  I know that it was not an easy conversation to have, but it was also special that they took the time to tell me privately with genuine care for my feelings.  I wish that same care in the delivery of this announcement.  My prayer is that you will see God’s light shining today and know of his faithfulness – whatever the circumstances – and of His hope.  I didn’t know what the future held for our family…but I trusted Him for our future.  

We don’t know the future of this pregnancy either – especially following a loss  and with my tendency to WORRY!!  But, we are taking one day at a time, and are joyfully anticipating another little baby to hold in our arms.



I had a really great birthday…considering the actual day fell on a Monday…hubs did a good job to make sure I was loved (and lots of super great friends and family too)  It’s crazy how 28 can feel so old and so young at the same time.

I saw another blogger write 28 things about herself for her bday, so I’m going to attempt to do the same…

one. I’ve always referred to my birthday as being on June Two…not the 2nd.  And therefore some good college friends still remember my birthday…I guess it worked 🙂

two. It’s funny that my birthday is so close to K’s.  It always brings up strong emotions of wishing that he would make an entrance into the world…and waiting, and waiting, and waiting.  But, he came on his own timing, and I can’t believe he is almost 2!

three.  I treated myself to a mani/pedi the Saturday before my bday.  Shellac is by far one of the best inventions.  My nails are still flawless almost a week later.


four.  We had a small party with friends in the new backyard to celebrate me and Gina’s birthdays (only 4 days apart) G is older…sorry G, had to throw it in there!


five.  Apparently, even when you turn 28, you still get birthday gifts…new curtains for the house, HGTV magazine subscription, and gift cards galore.  I’m a lucky gal…people know my love language

six.  Chad got up early on Monday to pick up donuts for the fam. Also the key to my heart!

seven.  The only sad part about my bday was wondering what it would be like if I were still carrying the twins.  how big, how pregnant, how hot i would be….a constant reminder of letting go, and trusting God, and rejoicing that the babies are in heaven.  But, I miss them.

eight.  Living so close to a Starbucks is dangerous.  It’s a love/hate relationship…I LOVE the coffee, but the budget hates it.  I try to limit myself to once a week, but birthday week qualified for a few extra visits!

nine.  we had the option to get sit/stand desks at work.  It is amazing to have the option to sit or stand…I’ve read too many articles about how sitting for so long can cut years off your life, not to mention add pounds as well.  Its been a challenge to stand, but I usually try to do it for 2-3 hours out of the day.


ten.  When I agreed to let Chad register for tools for our wedding, I had no idea what a great decision that would be.  Dude is straight up resident handy-man.  And, all of his experience doing plumbing, landscaping, construction proves to help out our family immensely.  The new house has been a little bit stressful and his list of “honey-dos” continues to grow, but he has all the knowledge to make it happen.  AND, bonus, he gets to help out lots of friends…serious servant heart right there Chad Aaron!

eleven.  28 things was a lot…what was I thinking?! 😉

twelve.  When I think back to college and what I thought I wanted to do, certainly never would have thought I would be working for a Recruiting firm…most people still don’t understand what I do…but trust me, it’s kinda cool.  So thankful for my boss, company, co-workers, the opportunity for my hybrid work schedule and to contribute to the family.  Being a mom is the best job, but working where I do is pretty cool too.

thirteen. I lost a charm on my bracelet the other day grocery shopping (it got stuck in the cart and snapped off – luckily I located it), so we stopped by the jewelry store to have them fix it.  She looked at my ring, and said, let me clean that thing, what have you been doing in your ring…to which I said, “LIFE!”  I don’t take the thing off…duh!  Thankfully, whatever high-powered solution they have cleaned it right up!

fourteen. All throughout elementary, middle, and high school I never ran across anyone close to me with my same name.  In college, and in both towns we lived in, I’ve had close friends in my circle named Tara.  It’s cool, it just adds confusion.  Luckily, it gives people the opportunity to call me Tara Shae, which is what my Gma has called me all my life and it makes me feel extra special when people call me that.  It’s like we are family!

fifteen.  I’ve been a lover of Mac n Cheese for as long as I can remember.  Chad still laughs when I pick up boxes of it at the store.  My recent favorite is Annie’s Mac and Cheese.  But, for my bday party, I made a corn/cheese noodle casserole that Chad’s Aunt made famous.  It is serious deliciousness.  Not healthy in any way, but seriously yummy.

sixteen.  Even though I have cosmetology training and experience, I feel like I’m the worst client when it comes to indecision about what to do with my hair.  I have this urge to chop it off.  I’ve grown it pretty long lately, but I feel like with the texture/density of my hair, this is about as long as it’s gonna get.  The shortest I will go is shoulder length tho…we will see what happens!

seventeen.  my younger brother convinced me to download the SnapChat app.  I’ve never felt so old in my life.  Didn’t know how to navigate the dang thing and had to call him for a tutorial.  Sheesh!

eighteen.  Is there anything better than a friend offering to bring over Chick-Fil-A to celebrate your birthday?!  I think not!

nineteen.  My latest decor obsession is a plank wall/ceiling…and people always look at my dumbfounded.  Thankfully hubs has caught the vision and understands.  Pinterest tells me its a real thing too…so it’s all good.

twenty.  It feels like adult struggles are so much harder than stuff I went through as a kid.  I know of so many people struggling, compounded with my own “life stuff”…it breaks my heart and makes me long for my eternal home even more.  Maybe it’s because I’m too sensitive, but I want to fix it all.  The good news is that I can’t and won’t, because Christ has already done that and what an amazing thing to rest in His grace knowing that Christ dying on the cross changes everything.

twentyone.  ANTIQUES!!  It must be my dad’s genes running through me, but I’ve fallen in love with “old, junky stuff”  There is an “Antique Market Days” coming to our town later this month…I’m on a personal mission to find some old shutters to decorate with!

twentytwo.  I turned 22 while I studied abroad in Italy…six years ago?!  No way.  This time of year always brings back super awesome memories.  I LOVED my time in Italy.  I often laugh about all of my adventures over there.  I was so brave.  I need to be like that more often.


twentythree.  One of my favorite things that K says right now is, “mommy hold you” meaning, that I should pick him up.  It is such a scary and awesome thing when he repeats what we say.  I love being his mommy.

twentyfour.  I do not miss our apartment one little bit.  However, I am thankful for our time there as it allowed us to save for our downpayment.  Need to remember the positives and not dwell on the negative.

twentyfive.  Our pastor is going through a series on the Fruits of the Spirit.  It takes me back to my summer at the Amigo Center in Michigan as a camp counselor.  We had a camp song about the Fruits of the Spirit…Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness, and Self-Control….I can still remember them all because of the song!

twentysix.  I love flowers but stink at maintaining them.  Everything seems to die.  Good thing my dad got me a succulent type plant that he said, “is basically very tough to kill”  Let’s hope he’s right!!  I’ve already tried to kill the beautiful hanging flowers that Chad’s mom gave us!!

twentyseven. Almost there….

twentyeight. Whew, I did it.  That’s a lot of stuff to think of.  Thankful for 28 years full of life and experiences.  Here’s to another year…


A Little Taste

I’ve heard from a few friends that they are curious as to what we are up to in the new house.

Well, the short answer is LOTS of painting.

Somewhere along the way, I turned into a “white-trim” loving gal.  It must be my new-found love of country, old, antique-y like things.  And, Chad being the super husband that he is…goes right along with my crazy requests.  Which may or may have not entailed the suggestion of painting all the trim in the house white.  You never know how much dark trim accents there are until you start painting it white and you feel like it will never end.

Alas, we have made quite a bit of progress in the short week and a half we’ve had the place.  And, I will forever brag on my husband for his incredible work ethic, attention to detail, and happy attitude as he begins our forever “work-in-progress” house projects.

After all, it is SO pretty when it is completed.

This room is the downstairs living space.  What you can’t see is just to the right of the small window is the sliding glass door that leads to the covered patio.






Again…just a little taste.  Not fully completed…but we are getting there. (I.e. the ladder, paint cans, and paint tray/brush included in picture!)  And the fireplace cover will go back on after we spray paint the brass colored section black. And the baseboard needs to go back up.  Of course, you didn’t need me pointing out every little detail…but I suppose that’s how critical one gets while living in the space!

Walls are a light grey, fireplace is a dark grey, and trim is white (obviously)

More pics to come.  Stay tuned.


P.S.  A few “in-progress” shots



We bought a house!!

Hey!  It’s me, I’m back and in a BIG way.

Yes, you read that right…the Hershberger’s are (first-time-in-our-lives) homeowners!  As with many things throughout my life, this is exciting, scary, stressful, awesome, and stinkin awesome all rolled into one!

When we moved to the bigger city this past summer, we had a goal to eventually purchase a home.  After all, we had rented throughout our entire marriage, and we wanted to put down some roots, decorate the interior (ok maybe just me), maintain the lawn, and truly invest in something that was ours!  With the series of events that led to Chad’s job offer and our move, we were in no way financially prepared, or emotionally prepared  to embark on the house buying process at that time.  So, we rented an apartment.  It felt like the right decision at the time, and there are serious ways we could see God’s hand throughout the process…like moving in across the way from old friends who I went to high school and college with!  Or, finding a church within the first few weeks of moving.  I could go on and on and on about the ways that God worked out the details about our move to the city, but the greatest story so far is the one about how we ended up in this house.

So, like I said, we had the goal of buying a house.  So, we buckled down our finances and got serious about saving.  Around January, we knew that we were well on our way, and with our apartment lease ending in June, we knew we had about a 6-month timeframe to work with.  So, during the early part of the year we started casually looking at houses, just to see what was out there.  Without a huge time crunch, we were able to be ultra picky.  But, to be honest, nothing quite fit what we needed.  Too much work, not enough work, wrong elementary school boundary, only two beds upstairs, etc…  So, we continued this process into spring, when we began to really feel the crunch.  Knowing that buying a house takes time, offers, counter-offers, contract, inspections, repairs, closing, etc… it’s not just an overnight process.

I will spare all the lame details, but after getting very discouraged, the discussion about staying in the apartment another year came up.  Yes, on the outset, it sounded like a not-so-bad idea, but then you start thinking about it more…and the major flaws of living there another year seem to scream out.  So, our patience was running thin.  We kept praying, knowing that God’s timing was always better than what we could attempt to create ourselves.

On April 25th, over Chad’s lunch hour, we quick looked at a house that had only been on the market for a few days.  From previous experience, we knew that we would have to act fast, as houses that we wanted were flying off the market.  I had spent the morning with a friend, and on the way to the showing, K fell asleep in the backseat.  Chad quick picked up some lunch, and we met our realtor at the house.  We opened up the tailgate of Chad’s truck, and shoved our faces with food, while K took a nap in my car with the windows rolled down.

Chad encouraged me to take a quick look first, while he finished up lunch and hung outside with K.  I walked in, checked out the kitchen and living room, counted the bedrooms upstairs, went downstairs, looked outside (spotted the shed), and felt good about what I saw.  I came outside to trade spots with Chad.  While I stood outside, I scoped out the neighbors, enjoyed the shade from the mature trees, pictured my family siting on the front deck, and before I knew it…Chad came out and said “I’m ready to put in an offer right now”  I smiled and said, “Ok” knowing that I could definitely see ourselves in this place, the timing was right, and we didn’t want to lose out on a house that was in our price range, and so very well taken care of.  Yes, it was on the older side, but it would allow us to make changes over time, and as money allowed.  We stood in the driveway with our realtor and made a plan of action.  He would head back to his office and write up the contract, bring it back to us and we would meet at Chad’s work to fill everything out.  We had our offer in by 3pm that afternoon.

So, we waited.  It happened to be Easter weekend, so we thought there might be a chance we wouldn’t hear for a while.  We sent the link to the online profile of the house to our parents, explained all the features and got everyone excited about the possible future.  We were hanging out at my parents, just coming in from playing outside, sitting around the kitchen table with my younger brother talking about the house, and how it could be next week before we hear, when Chad looked down at his phone and saw he had a missed call.  Our realtor.  Chad immediately called him back and we received some of the greatest news:  they accepted our offer!!  Not even 24 hours after our contract was submitted.  And just like that, we were on our way.

With closing less than a month later, we got down to business.  Securing financing, and all the other details.  Our realtor had talked to the seller’s realtor and he mentioned that the husband of the couple had some failing health, and that was the reason for the push to sell.  In my mind, I pictured the couple to be possibly in their 70s or older.

We set up the inspection for a few days following the contract finalization, we had the opportunity to be there with the inspector so that he could tell Chad all of the findings.  When we showed up, the homeowners were there.  We got to meet them, and immediately we knew we were dealing with some very special people.  The wife, a spunky, loving lady, at only 58 cares diligently for her husband who has an illness that affects his frontal lobe.  I believe the word degeneration was thrown around.  In her words, “something far worse than dementia or Alzheimer’s”.

As they were leaving, so that the home inspector could do his thing, she mentioned that she would like to set up a time to get together and walk through a few things and tell us about the house.  I looked at our realtor (as the rule follower that I am) and said “Is that ok?”  and he said “Oh yeah, it’s great actually if somebody wants to be that transparent with you”.

The inspection turned out just fine (just an older roof that needed replacing – which God worked out the details again…upgraded shingles at no cost because the sellers knew somebody), and we scheduled a Saturday to get together not fully knowing what our meeting would look like. We showed up,she took us through the house and gave me little tidbits like wallpaper that she tried to remove, when she put up certain wallpaper, and gave us small details like that in each room. She then took us out to the backyard porch, with a stack of manuals, warranties, receipts, (all very well-organized) and checklist of all the things she wanted to tell us.  Step by step she walked us through each thing.  All the while, including small family stories about their time in this house.  Not only was this lady “simple amazing”, her attitude about life is remarkable.  She has a joy that can only come from the Lord.  She has been given some of life’s toughest circumstances.  Her husband, her companion, the father of her children, has to be cared for 24/7.  She has maintained the home, watching countless youtube videos just so she knew how to install a new thermostat among many other things.  Throughout the morning we heard phrases like “God is amazing!” “We were given 35 wonderful years” “God is awesome!”

Beyond that, she sat there and told us how excited she was for us.  So excited to meet us.  How she was so happy to cover a portion of closing costs because somebody did that for them.  How she had prayed for us.  How she wanted to keep in touch and see things we did to the house.  I sat there in tears, all of the other circumstances led us to this point.  Sitting on the back porch of our soon to be home with the seller telling us that she had been praying for the future owners (US!).

So, this morning, we met back at the house for the final walk thru.  Of course, everything was in remarkable shape, she had cleaned every inch, and set it up perfectly for us to dive right in and start to do a few renovations (mostly paint).

And then, after closing, I went back over with K to check it out again, put the key through the door to our NEW house, and let him run around in the fenced in backyard.  I opened up the screen door and there was a sticky note with a scripture.  I looked in the living room, and just above the thermostat was another sticky note, with more scripture.  In each, and every room…a sticky note with scripture.  She had walked through the house, praying over each room, and placed God’s word there for us to see.

SERIOUSLY!?!  Seriously??  If you EVER doubt that God’s timing is always best, do I have a testimony for you.  Well, I actually have a lot of circumstances in my life like that, but this is a BIG one.  Is God worthy of our trust? Well, yeah, he most certainly is.  Is there any doubt that we are right where we are supposed to be?  Um, yeah, this is definitely NOT where I pictured our family when Chad and I got married 4 short years ago, but WOW, God has given us way more than we could have asked or imagined.  And he promises to take care of us, if we put our trust and faith in Him.

So, here it is…by God’s grace, our new home.