Ok, so I did something really stupid today. I cut someone off in traffic. Yeesh. Did I mean to do it? Of course not. Did I want to do it? No! It's not like I was driving my car waiting for the next car to come near me with the malicious intent to jerk my car right in front of theirs. I wasn't like 'ooooo there's an orange Chevy! I wonder how they'll react if I just zip right in front of them?' It was an accident. Plain and simple.
Should I have been paying better attention? Absolutely! But the fact of the matter is, I had just left an appointment and my mind was somewhere else. Actually I was thinking of how nice it might be to be able to give our kids things with a little more financial freedom. You want to play hockey B-Man? Sure, we can afford that! Honey, you want to learn how to ride a horse? Well guess what, now you can!
After I did this and heard the tell-tale honk of a car horn I looked back and I saw a little white dog frantically running around the car. Oi, now I felt even worse. The driver didn't disappoint though. Arms flailing, big ugly angry face on, obviously yelling obscenities at me about how stupid I was. Hey lady, all I wanted was for you to see my 'Emmanuel.... Try church again for the first time' bumper sticker. It was a friendly invitation to come out to church! No?
The worst part is when you then have to sit in front of the person waiting at a red light. Which I'm sure I was now being blamed for. I could tell when it went from green to red and another onslaught of angry arm waving at my car ensued. Twice.
Nope my intention was to ruin your day and our vehicles. I'm an evil person.
Actually, I made a mistake and I'm truly sorry for it. I'd like to say it won't happen again, but it might. Who knows? I guess I'm an evil driver out to get your car... And your little dog too. My hope is that when this lady accidentally pulls in front of someone herself, you know since no ones perfect, the person in the car behind her is a little more forgiving. Because life happens, and we're all just trying to get by.
This evening I had the pleasure of going to the Ladies Fellowship at my church. I honestly hadn't expected to be able to go because my work schedule is so all over the place so it was nice to have this evening. This is a chance for me to get out and connect with women and just be myself and truthful with a group of people who are there for each other and love to lift each other up. It's an amazing experience to hear only women talk together, laugh together and worship together.
Now here is some truth for you - I had "girl" friends in public school. I was a bit of a Tom Boy, but I had girly girl in me too. I loved to paint my nails and get my hair done, but I was happier in jeans and a t-shirt climbing trees. Then in high school I got so tired of the cattiness that I gave up on having female friends (I had maybe 2). My best friend was always a guy and even when I had boyfriends, I got along better with the guys. This continued through university right up until, basically, I got married. All of a sudden going out with a guy friend was suspicious. So there I was, pretty lonely with by best girl friend... 3 provinces away. Humph!
Tonight was a reminder of how women can be such a inspiration to each other. Instead of judging it was an atmosphere of "Oh, I've been there!" or "I know what you mean, here's my story". It was a chance to talk and be honest about where we are in our lives. So many times we ask people "How are you?" and we respond with "fine". But really we're not, we have a lot going on. Do we say "fine" because we don't want to bore them or because we know they don't really care? I love nights like tonight because when someone asked me how I've been, I responded honestly - I told them about my day yesterday and the uncertainty that I feel right now regarding our house.
As we worshipped and sang the song Cornerstone (My Hope is Built on Nothing Less) a verse jumped out at me -
Right now, it's dark. This year has definitely been overcast for us. In January we had planned to go on a vacation to Cuba only to have the brakes go on the van and then the furnace cut out on the coldest day in winter. There was darkness. It sucked. I constantly kept saying: I know this is hard, but God is with me, He is seeing me through this. I rested in His grace and we pulled through. Granted we're still paying off the furnace and that sucks, but we're getting there.
Now, with everything that has happened I find myself resting in His grace again. I know that He is here seeing me through this storm and that it will pass and brighter days will come again. It's just that in the storm you get wet, and knocked around and even beat up a bit. But at the end of the day, the bruises will heal and the sun will refresh. I look forward to the sunshine while I rest in the grace of God during this storm.
What have you done through the storms in your life?
How has judgement and cattiness effected your relationships? Has that changed?
Sarcasm alert! When I say goodness, I don't mean it. What an incredibly trying day. Aaron went downstairs to our bedroom to empty the dehumidifier. See my previous post as to why we even have a dehumidifier in our room. The next thing I know he comes running up the stairs with a panicked look asking me for help. Our room had flooded, again. We grabbed some towels, got the floor cleaned up and he pried the cover off the drain pipe in our closet that leads to the septic bed. We noticed that a small hole where the water was coming out of. It looked like sealant was covering it (we later discovered it was likely a wad of toilet paper *barf*). Aaron gets some paper towel and barely touches this "stuff". Now folks, I was a good three feet away from said pipe. When he touched that gunk, it came off and water shot out of that hole. It cleared my husband and went all down my jeans. EEWWW! IIICCCKKK!! SHUDDER!
It was warm and soapy - dishes and laundry wash water. *Brilliant Idea* While Aaron plugs the hole I run upstairs for a bucket. *Not so brilliant idea* It had water in it so I dumped it out down the sink. Don't laugh!! You don't know what was going through my mind. Come to think of it, neither do I. By the time I get back, Aaron's plug is soaked and he has water running down his arm and across his back. Anyway, we have 2 buckets, while one fills I run upstairs and throw the other outside. I made four trips up and down those stairs. I'm not a huge girl, but I'm superbly out of shape. It was not a pretty sight.
Thankfully there was a very helpful plumber from our church who came out to our rescue. Well, as much of a rescue as you can in these situations. While the guys were talking about things the floor was crumbling beneath them. Aaron has cut away some of the laminate but the subfloor underneath was saturated.
Basically we learned that there is a blockage going out to our septic bed and that's why water is coming into our room. We need to dig it up and replace or flush out the pipes, put down some new gravel and hope that that fixes the problem. The problem is... what will we find when we dig it up? Hopefully not another headache.
You know the saying, the grass is always greener on the other side? This is my attempt to find greener grass right where I am in my life.
BTW - I'm the one on the right, just in case you didn't already know that.