Ruby asked Eden what “encouraging” means. “Encouraging is… if Liberty died, and you were all sad, and someone offered to help and told you it would be okay, that would be encouraging.”
Eden’s sermon notes included “God has chosen the poor as errors…” Oh my. Heirs.
Where does she get this stuff?
I asked a friend to hold Ellie while I took Pierce to the bathroom. When I came back, Ellie had pooped. She missed nearly the entirety of her diaper. My friend, however… she didn’t miss her. Oh. My. Word. Mortifying moment.
The kids hung a U shaped loop of twine string in the tree nearly four years ago. After several months of swinging and getting sore behinds sitting on twine baling string, family visited and their uncle took pity on them and cut a board and restrung it with a board seat. Over the weekend, Charlotte landed in the dirt when the string finally gave in. After a good laugh, Blaine’s comment was, “If that’s what’s going to break next, I’m okay with that!” What’s next? is always the question around here. As it were, many children means many repairs. Imagine that.
Turns out, my suspicion that my 12 passenger van doesn’t fit in parking garages is correct. The attendant had me back out of the entry I’d descended and park in the bus parking. I still haven’t decided if that’s funny or embarrassing. Whatever it is, it’s free. That, I’ll take.
My septic tank has provided a living nightmare of frustrating proportions. After having it pumped, everything was still backing up. A 25 foot metal snake, a garden hose, a whole lot of frustration, one cancelled appointment because I couldn’t leave, somewhere around 12 phone calls to my husband and my father, and one giant gurgling rush when it all broke free, but now I think we’re good. I cannot, however, get that smell off my hands. I wiped Ellie’s nose and, no exaggeration, she frowned at me. I won’t be able to eat finger foods for a week.
Mere moments after I declared the drains properly functioning, the hot water heater’s pilot light was out. The flashing indicator warned of a problem. I re-lit the pilot, and eventually it blinked that all was well. We haven’t had the pilot light have issues in years. Why now?! Tense moments.
If the lawn mower breaks tomorrow when I cut the grass, I’m leaving town until my husband gets home.
It’s interesting that these moments almost always hit when Blaine is off somewhere doing a photo shoot. I wonder why that is. Is God trying to teach something here? And if so, what? Patience, trust, and then the “thank you Lord” at the end of it all, when all goes well. He is an amazing God.
Looks like you have had a when it rains it pours week. Not fun in the least. It just baffles me how you know how to light a pilot light and the other stuff you do.
BLESS YOU!!!!
Adrienne,
It’s a great comfort to know that when things happen, it’s not by chance, but that it is by his fatherly hand. And to think that you handle these things so willingly and somewhat joyfully (although not everything is equally joyful) you are an encouraging example of a committed Christian wife and Mother. I’m sure that there are many that share these thoughts about you. The Lord bless you today and in the days ahead.
Your friend must not have been holding your baby right. Sweet Ellie couldn’t do that again if she tried. Also, your friend has a very short memory. So I’ve been told.
Hope the house is all in one piece until Blaine gets back.
You can do it.
You can do it.
You can do it.
I’m quite certain it wasn’t the fault of the friend. Sweet Ellie was the first of my seven to ever do that to me. She chose mid-Sunday school to aim and fire. Her aim is deadly. I’m glad my friend’s memory might be short. My own memory, however, may never let me forget.
Thanks for the vote of confidence. Yesterday and today have been far easier. The most exciting thing was getting poured on while mowing. I can handle this. I think I can. I think I can.