The past week has been rather eventful.
~First, Hope comes down with that flu everyone’s been talking about.
~Then a hawk crashes into the window on my screen door. Leaving lots of yucky bird blood and feathers.
~Later I get attacked by a pigeon on steroids in my breezeway.
~Next a radiator starts leaking.
~Then Rhema comes down with that flu everyone’s been talking about. (So we had to cancel her sleep deprived EEG.)
~Then the home security system malfunctions and begins screaming, beeping and chirping at us. (Imagine how a sick, sensory-sensitive girl manages blasting alarms in the house. Not well.) I fear the hawk and the pigeon have come back to take me down.
~Then a friend brings over a gluten-filled, dairy-fraught, amazing dinner for me to devour. Ah!
~After that, two neighbor men come over – one to put cardboard on my broken bird window and one to go downstairs in the basement (because I’m scared to do it myself) to turn off a transformer for the alarm system.
~Then one of the neighbor men tell me that I’ve a got major pipe leak happening in the basement.
~Then I wonder why crazy things always wait to happen until the husband is on the other side of the world. (Like the time a fox made its home in our backyard… but that’s a whole ‘nother story).
~Next day the security system man comes, looking like Saint Nick, to fix the alarms. After discovering that the boiler is COLD and the leak in the basement has destroyed a transformer and other electrical thingys, Santa Claus shakes his finger at me and says, “You’ve got a serious problem, young lady.”
~At which point I start laughing like Tom Hanks in The Money Pit on the verge of (in)sanity.
~At which point I hear water running, and I find a sick-but-not-sick-enough-to-slow-down Rhema starting to take a bath in the washing machine.
~At which point, I see a Bible verse that my friend left for me weeks ago in a cupboard above the washing machine.
~At which point, I seek out the other parts of the verse that she has left in the house.
The LORD your God is with you,
He is mighty to save.
He will take great delight in you,
He will quiet you with His love,
He will rejoice over you with singing.
Oh. Thank you, God.
~Later, George the plumber comes to take a look at my serious problem. After careful inspection, he proclaims,
“Oh, no problem! You just are have a loose nut.”
(pause, blank stare)
I am? I do?
Oh. Thank you, God.