I woke up last night and there was a giant cockroach running across my shoulder.
This morning the automatic sprinklers didn’t come on because our control box had been tampered with by someone or was damaged by the storm last week. We can’t tell which.
Boy 2 and Boy 3 got in a major fist fight/cage match over puzzles before 9 am.
The electricity in the garage isn’t working, and my neighbor who can fix everything can’t figure out why.
The front yard flooded as the result of a broken sprinkler pipe once I got the sprinklers to turn on.
My master bedroom is still very much a demolition zone after flooding last week due to the storm that apparently also caused the broken pipe.
Mr. Fantastic is still in Mexico ministering to orphans, and I am still corralling three children in the States.
There are days that drift along like a float in the Rose Parade. They smell of roses and lavender and cause smiles to erupt on the faces of all who behold them.
Clearly this isn’t one of those days.
Today is like a massive herd of elephants who have mistaken me and my grey minivan for a distant relative who owes them money.
After breakfast I walked along as the Lady pedaled her pink tricycle up the street. We stopped and smelled the neighbor’s roses. I smiled to myself because despite all that was going wrong, I just felt that somehow it would all turn out alright.
Grace is funny like that. God’s unmerited favor rests on us when we most need it and tells us everything is going to be okay. God is in this herd of elephants charging at us, He loves us, and nothing can keep us from His love.
It may take us a while to get back to one of those Rose Parade kind of days. But in the meantime, I am grateful for the friends and neighbors who have jumped into this mess with us to literally help bail us out of deep water.
Really, each day never does look just like you expect it will, and there is no telling what will end up being the best thing that ever happened to us.
Although, I do doubt it is the cockroach….
