When God doesn't show up

My husband and I have been looking for a house for over two years. Our search area includes four towns/cities. Our budget is quite good for our area. We've looked into building via I think three different methods, four times (revisited one) -- building costs are simply out of this world. We've worn out our computers on Zillow and Redfin. And then, of course, COVID threw a wrench into the whole thing, because we live in one of those places where the uber-rich city people want to flee to. They can afford to pay any amount for any property, so even though we are quite well off for our area, we can't compete.

Our second child, first living one, was born one year ago. Now that she's walking, we absolutely MUST get out of here NOW. We can't let her go outside at our current home because of physical conditions (trash), bad and blasphemous language, domestic violence situations, etc. We recently learned our neighbors with children occasionally have a convicted pedophile stay with them (!!!). My daughter only leaves the walls of our home to enter a car sitting in the attached garage. 

Last year, my husband wrote a script to comb the public records of our first-choice town and pull anything that fit our basic criteria on paper, then we drove around to every one of them to evaluate external conditions (for example, it's hilly here, so of "2 acres," sometimes only 1/4 to 1/2 acre is usable).
After another unsuccessful year, he recently started cold-calling and writing letters to top homes, asking if they're considering selling. He's had one favorable answer. We've visited, and although the people are super-nice and we're still talking about it, it doesn't look like it will be a good fit. 

Through all of this, God has been utterly silent. My husband and I are devout Catholics, and we've certainly been available to hear him; we each cultivate a personal as well as a sacramental relationship with Jesus. We've prayed to St. Joseph, who is also a personal patron of mine. We've received absolutely no guidance or leading, and after spending two years trying to be good stewards, I'm at a point where I'm about ready to just spend whatever it takes to get the flip out of here.

There's currently an unfinished spec house available in a very nice community, the same one we kept trying to figure out how to build in. It's much too expensive for what it is (construction costs), and much too small for our needs, so we'd have to invest a lot to finish out the basement in order for it to even work for us. We could do it, but we'd likely have to go through most or all of our savings, and the house almost certainly wouldn't be worth anywhere near what we'd have to spend. I originally refused this idea, because it's irresponsible and not a good use of the gifts God has given us. But now? 

I don't know what to do. We've literally done absolutely everything else. (That script my husband wrote to find houses? Most people don't even have that skill!!) I'm the one who's been waiting patiently, the one talking my husband out of doing rash things, the one insisting that God has something for us, and he's made us wait so long that it must be something beautiful. But my daughter is walking now, and she has to be able to play outside, and we're out of time. Everyone we know is stymied. No one has anything left to say to us. It doesn't make any sense. 

So what do you do when God doesn't show up? Give up and do what it looks like you have to do? Wait LONGER? What?