Yesterday was a dark comedy. The start was promising after 11hrs sleep to make up for hardly no sleep in the hospital, breakfast in bed from Neal, then only minutes later ...my broken husband was running outside to turn off water to our house after I found myself standing (with my new pjs I was supposed to be relaxing in) ankle deep in rising water (in an upstairs tub threatening to flood the bathroom) acting as a human dam over the pipe behind the handle that decided to fall out of the shower wall. My breakdown wasnt scheduled until the end of October, but the pity party began. I invited Anxiety, Anger, and Depression. Misery found his way to the party around lunch time. Our day off to regroup as a family had turned into a day of me spiraling from trusting God to nearly coursing the lady in Home Depot that acted like my husband should be there asking questions instead of me. He had been there and was hurting too bad to go back when the part they gave him was wrong. ...and sure, I forgot everything I was supposed to ask...but anyway...I was one thought removed from losing my composure when my phone rang. It was Neal saying our plumber friend had just randomly stopped by to check on Knox and was fixing our problem with a $10 part. I was too stubborn to thank God for the test that He didnt let me completely fail before He fixed it for us. It wasnt until late last night that my eyebrows unfurled from it all. My sweet husband, who has felt completely out of control since his accident, got all of the egg dishes questions correct when watching Jeopardy, and it finally made me smile. God reminded me in that moment to be still and continue to know that He is God.
Posted on: Sat, 18 Oct 2014 04:47:55 +0000
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