So, you can imagine what kind of a project this was going to be. And here in the Anthony house, we don't hire people to do the work...we do it ourselves. Only this time there was no we...at least for this part. This was all Dan. I did not see myself operating a jackhammer and digging into the yuck under the floor. Plus, there were bugs involved. And it made for a very dusty, dirty house. So I bailed. My parents were in Florida and they are just minutes away from our house. And their house was clean. And quiet.
Oh, come on...wouldn't you?but, God knows these things. This big mess did not catch him by surprise. Neither did the hot water tank that went out last week. Neither did the muffler that went on the car the week before. Neither does my eldest son's need for braces, glorious braces.
I had a little meltdown yesterday. Crying. Asking God for a break. Asking for something to be easy. Something to work like it should.
I got home from church today and retrieved yesterday's mail from the mailbox. I noticed our tax papers were there awaiting our signature. It's always a little scary opening that envelope. I always have this dollar amount in my head and am so hopeful that it is something close to that number. I wept as I pulled the paper out of the envelope, realizing that that number blew my number out of the water. God provided. He provided for the unanticipated projects. And then some. Some for braces. Some for a man we know who has a need. And best of all...
...some for our baby girl!
I hate it when I have an unnecessary meltdown. I hate it when I doubt God's plan. I hate it when I fail to take all of my problems to His throne...to the One who can do something about them.
I echo the words of the father in Mark 9:24.
“I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!”