Reminding myself that my God owns the cattle on a thousand hills and a senseless $65 service fee from the heating and cooling company is nothing to Him.
I need some practice trusting, so it’s all good.
I’ll explain in a nutshell and then let it rest. Our parents (both sets) kept our girls while we were gone (trading off and on). The day before we got back, Gabe’s mom brought them back to our house and completely outdid herself. Cleaned, did their laundry, mowed our yard (front and back), made signs for the airport, gave Nina a bath.
A very cold bath. For whatever reason, we had no hot water.
When we got home, Gabe tried to light the pilot on the hot water heater to no avail. He called a service guy who said he could come right then (Saturday) for $97 or Monday for $67. No-brainer. Who needs to shower anyway?
I took a hot shower at our neighbors’ on Sunday morning, and Gabe did a super-fast scrub in our cold water. The girls? They’re still young enough to smell sweet.
Monday. Heating/cooling company calls. Someone will come between 2 and 4. I go shower-less. He comes. Can’t get it to light. Says, “let me look at your gas. Maybe someone messed with it while you were gone.”
Or maybe the gas company turned it off and locked it because we didn’t pay our bill. Awesome. No warning, no note saying what they did. Awesome.
I pay the service guy (who apologized 10 times for making me pay) $65 and called the gas company. Paid the bill over the phone plus a $50 reconnect fee. Awesome.
They’re coming today (Tuesday) sometime between 7 am and 7 pm. Joy.
Sat down at my computer 10 minutes ago and started cleaning up some of the piles on my desk. Came to a small piece of white paper folded into fourths. What’s this? I ask myself. Unfold it. It’s a notice that our gas has been turned off (on July 12). How in the world did this get here?? Then I make the connection. It was probably in our door when Janelle and the girlies got here Friday. They put it on my desk without reading it (as they should have) and there it sat until after we’d already paid a heating/cooling guy $65 to essentially tell us what the little paper said.
I find myself questioning God with stuff like this. “God, you realize how many starving Cambodians $65 can feed, right?” And then I remember that He is in control, that He owns everything and knows everything and loves those hurting people more than I ever could.
And I trudge on. With joy. And faith.
Photo post tomorrow! I can’t wait!