the next move

I know you've been on the edge of your seat since I alluded to something mysterious, which brought on a scramble, in my last "Not me!" Monday post. Well, the time has come to put you out of your misery. To end the torture. To release your imagination from it's wonderings. To...okay, I'll get on with it. If you insist.

Oh, the sign was a dead giveaway? Ah. Yes indeed...we have put our house on the market. After seven very interesting years in our first (owned) home, we are ready to seek greener pastures...and more room. This itty bitty living space just isn't going to fly for much longer. With three strapping boys (though of various levels of strappiness) and possibly more children in the future (the future, people! we're talking hypothetical here! we're talking if-the-Lord-wills-it!)...well, more space is definitely in order.

And no,we did not have a new home in mind when we determined to sell this one. Yet...we found one last night. In our minds, in our feeble human understanding, it is very nearly perfection. But we're trying to be patient while we wait for God to send a buyer to us. Will you join us in praying for a buyer? Because before we can move on, we must sell this:

Thank you so much!