Raining again…
Well, IÄôve been in bed most of the morning (now afternoon) – my body does NOT do well with this weather at all! My throat still hurts, too. I called Kristi and told her that I would be staying in all day today, until 2am, when I will call to wake her up.
We were wondering if we should go out if it is still raining tonight. I was thinking, that maybe God would have it rain so that IÄôll keep my butt at home. WeÄôve decided that if itÄôs pouring, weÄôll cancel. Otherwise, we at least need to show up, in case Short Term Missions people show up at 3am for the outreach. IÄôd be curious to at least drive out there and see if there are still any girls (prostitutes) standing out there in the rain. With umbrellas? Hmm.
This morning after Daryl went to work, I had a small disaster happen in the bathroom. The toilet stopped up, and the water started to overflow. I donÄôt do well in these type of situations, AT ALL. First, I tried using the plunger (which was from the 99 cents store) and it got all bent and stuck inside out whenever I tried using it. Useless. So much for plunging. Then I grabbed a big cup from the kitchen (that cup is in the trash now) and started to scoop the water out fast as I could to beat the flow – with no luck.
See, thereÄôs something wrong with the toilet where the water never stops running. ItÄôs been like that since weÄôve moved here, and we havenÄôt gotten around to telling the landlord. So no matter how fast I tried scooping the water out, it still kept getting higher! I was bent over the toilet (great for my back) for over a half an hour before I called Daryl and asked him what to do. He told me to try plunging it (tried that) and then he tells me to try praying. (!?#%!&?) I was too mad to pray! I mean, by this time I was SO MAD. I hate to admit it, but I even cussed a couple of times.
Finally, he told me to shut the water off (duh) behind the toilet, and it stopped the water from rising anymore. Hallelujah. He said heÄôd take care of the toilet when he got home from work. (My hero) Sheesh. I still took out bleach and bleached everthing. Yuck.
My freaking out just showed me that I stll have a LONG way to go in my Christian walk. If a little situation like this can get me all bent out of shape, where am I at – really??? Man. I already asked God to forgive me for responding the WRONG way to the situation. That whole thing really stunk. (Literally) I wasnÄôt even fully awake when it started.
Well, thereÄôs nothing like a situation like that to put things back into perspective and to HUMBLE a person. No excuses – I was wrong, and handled everything totally in my FLESH. Help me, Lord! What would I do without You? More importantly – where, and what – would I BE without You? Scary thought.
Kristi thought my whole toilet experience was pretty funny. Grrr. IÄôm going to rest some more. Please heal me before Pastor School, Lord! ItÄôs only nine days away!!!
IÄôm crawling back into bed now. Thank You Lord, for loving me – in spite of me.