We had another visit from Mullet Man this morning – God bless him – and he said our thermostat was broken, likely another victim of the unfortunate lawn mowing incident. He could replace it, or we could save a little money and do it ourselves.
At this point, I’m willing to fork out the extra money to have someone else take care of the problem immediately.
So he did, and our home is returning to normal. Whatever that is.
At least the heat isn’t running. (I wore wool socks to bed last night, y’all! In Texas. In July.) So now we’re waiting for another man to come over and assemble our new bunk beds (oh, yeah, I haven’t told you that story yet. I’ll have to make an entire post about it later this weekend. Huge fiasco.) And my friend/pediatrician, Gracie, just made a house call to check Nathan’s ears, and they are both grossly infected and on the verge of bursting. Yay.
We are going on vacation next week, and I’m telling you, it could not come at a better time. There have been all sorts of things going on behind the scenes that I haven’t posted here, but we are completely exhausted. The A/C and bunk beds and ear infections are just the icing on the proverbial cake. We are in desperate need of a huge break from reality.
At the same time, I realize that our trouble and stress is minimal compared to what some families are experiencing now. Courtney just returned from Africa, and her stories and pictures will bring even the most hard-hearted to tears. We’re still praying for the Chapmans, whose grief is incomprehensible. Yes, we have it pretty easy. But I have discovered – no matter the circumstances, no matter the grief, no matter the stress – God is “enthroned over the flood” (Psalm 29:10). That has been a huge comfort to me over the last few weeks. I am more than thankful for a God who holds it all – and me – together.