Huge changes. And when I say huge I mean HUGE.
A few days ago, I mentioned that I needed ya’ll to pray about some things with a major item on that list being where I was going to live. I believe my direct quote was that all the little things surrounding this decision of mine involved a tangled up web of a whole lot of details that had to fall perfectly into place.
Oh my goodness. I am SO excited about what I get to tell you right now.
I was praying for some very specific things. For example, I really wanted something fairly new and in a safe neighborhood. Check.
And even though it will seem silly, I asked God if I could have hardwood floors, too. Check.
But there was something very, very specific on my list on my list that mattered more than all of those petty things. I needed a place with three rooms, with one of them being a particular size and layout.
You see, I’m going to live in bedroom number one. And my new roomie, who will henceforth be known on the bloggy as Roomie, was going to live in bedroom number two.
Roomie and I were actually dorm roommates during one of our earliest years of college and have really missed each other as we went different ways to get our master’s degrees and start our careers (if you can call my dealings with PNC a “career”). We’ve stayed close and when Roomie let me know a few months ago that a big change was coming in her life, I somehow knew that our lives would be intersecting in the near future.
Because? Room number three? In about two months, it’ll be occupied by…
BABY!
I’m sharing this news with you with Roomie’s full permission and I should let you know now that it was at my request that she’ll be going by Roomie and that baby will be going by, um, Baby on the bloggy. There’s an awful lot of heartbreaking details surrounding this situation and you better believe I’ll be sheltering her from as much of the pain and judgment that others might like to inflict on her as I humanly can. I know you wouldn’t do that — and she knows it, too.
Now that you know my news, I’m sure it makes a bit more sense why I’ve been so stressed about the housing situation for the last month or so. It’s one thing to try to find something for you and a roommate to live in — but it is a whole new ballgame when there’s a baby in the picture.
I’ve also been spending a lot of time getting my heart prepared for the obvious changes that will be going on in my life. I’m very aware that this won’t be like “playing house” with a baby doll thrown in. And I know that the reality surrounding the situation will be very different from other 23 year olds’ realities.
But you know what? I’m not like other 23 year old girls. And when someone I love needs… well, love — it is my absolute joy to get to be part of that love. I’m in awe that God would allow me to get the opportunity to learn how to love better — first Roomie and eventually Baby.
I guess it all comes down to this: I spend quite a bit of time talking about how we should judge others when they make mistakes and how we need to love each other as Christ loves us and so forth. Those had better not just be statements I’m making on a stage while the spotlight is on me; they better ring very loudly in my private life, too.
A baby. Can you believe it? My heart is about to burst open at the seams.
Welcome to a whole new Ministry So Fabulous. I hope you’ll come along because? All you mommy bloggers out there? I’ll be needing to put you on speed dial. Stat.


