AHHHHHH A REAL MONSTER of a change

Liz and I need a camera. Because we're going to have a baby and move to Ft. Worth so she can go to med school. There are going to be thousands of photo ops over the next few years and we're totally unprepared for them!!

Does anyone know of some places to get some really cheap digital cameras, new or used?

We're both very excited about the changes. It's an adventure. We've been getting some of what we call "voice of reason" feedback from various people about the things we're facing in the months ahead. Some of it sounds like advice; some of it sounds like warnings or cautionary reticence; some of it sounds almost like death sentences. Few people know this but we were trying to get pregnant back in August. That would have meant Liz would have been due at the end of April or in May (right before the move to med school, and right after the TX State teaching semester ended. That would have been very convenient for everyone. We prayed that if God wanted us to have a baby now, he would let us get pregnant with a healthy baby. It didn't happen. We were ok with that - we just prayed more and decided in our hearts that we could wait (in fact, that maybe we should be waiting!).

And then...I came home from work one day in January to have Liz sit me down at the table and set before me a gift bag, upon the opening of which I found little tiny baby-sized articles of clothing and a poem from the embryo growing in Liz's tummy. I can't remember what I said, but I think it was something like, "....really? Are you sure? How do you know?"

And then I thought, "...wait a minute. That means a due date of around September or August. What if Liz gets into med school? She'll be starting in June, and having a baby in September? Um..."

Then on February 1st, Liz found out she had indeed been accepted to med school at TCOM (her first and only choice).

It didn't take me too long to realize that it was God's doing that we didn't get pregnant in August when we were trying, but that we got pregnant in January when we had stopped trying. I wasn't upset, and I'm not now. If I'm anything, it's a shot in the arm to my faith that God is 1) still interested in disciplining us and refining us through the fire of difficulties and 2) believes that we are capable of enduring three, count them - three, big life changes all at once. I don't believe for a moment that God would have opened the door to Liz's dream of being a doctor to have her choose between the child or the dream.

So the voice of reason and caution (I'm sorry to anyone who has tried to be this to us lately - I love you but this is how I feel) has started to sound like the voice of insufficient faith. We are excited about how difficult this is going to be! Does that make us weird? Maybe a bit. "Plans fail for lack of counsel, but with many advisers they succeed." Prov 15.22 We need advisers, someone to help us understand how to handle everything we're up against. Anybody know any??