Back in January, I had my tonsils removed. After back to back episodes of strep throat, it seemed like the thing to do. Person after person told me how horrible it would be- two weeks of torture recovering. Who knew it was so different for adults than for kids? Peter had his tonsils taken out last summer and he was good to go the next day. All this talk of pain scared me, but I figured two weeks of agony would be better than continuing on with seemingly endless cases of strep throat. So I went for it. Not much more needs to be said, but all the stories were true. It was ridiculously painful and it took forever to recover. Needless to say, I had many sleepless nights. And during those long nights, I got to praying. The middle of the night is a fabulous time to pray when you have a large family. It is quiet and still and perfect for talking and listening to God. Now at that point in time we didn’t have any plans to adopt again. We weren’t closed to the idea, but we were feeling settled and content with life as it was. But somewhere in the middle of those long quiet moments with God in the night, He began to put another little one in my heart. I began to pray for this little one, all the while feeling a bit crazy and wondering if I was just sleep deprived. I told no one. They would think I was crazy! But God was stirring my heart.
A number of months later, in May, I mentioned the idea to Steve. He wasn’t particularly feeling it, but he was happy to pray about it. Then God began to work. Gently and quietly He readied each of our hearts to follow Him into the unknown once again. However, in June, when our whole family was on board and ready to take action, I began to worry. This would really push us over the top. We would need a bigger vehicle. The minivan would no longer suffice. Steve would want a passenger van and how embarrassing is that?! But more than this, I was wondering how I would handle being a bit more smooshed in our house. I felt selfish even thinking such a thing. So very many people live in much smaller spaces than us, and God had given us a beautiful home. But I felt crowded. We loved our house and never planned on moving. I had always wanted a house just like the one we had. But adding another person made me wonder how my sanity would hold up. I told God that I would love to be able to add as many children to our family as He wanted and not feel limited by the size of our house. I was feeling a just a tad nervous, but even so, we were ready to follow Him wherever He would lead.
A couple days later I told my mom that we were thinking of adopting again. She lit up and said that in the days just before, she had been thinking that we should swap houses. She wasn’t going to tell anyone because she thought it was kind of crazy. She and my dad had never planned on moving either. But their house was perfect for us and ours was perfect for them. So we spent the summer packing and moving both houses and beginning the journey to our new little one.
God has blessed us more than we could ever ask or imagine, and we are humbled. We have been given a new little Eby to love (even though we don’t know who it is just yet) and on top of that, a new house to spread out in. We are thankful and super excited too!
Celebrating Nathan’s Gotcha Day in our new house. Can’t wait to have another Gotcha Day to celebrate!