Life has been kind of messy lately.
Not in a bad way; in a we-had-a-water-leak-and-I-have-a-concrete-floor-now kind of way.
When Kelly was ripping out the floor, all I wanted to do was throw up.
I was nauseous, light-headed and under great amounts of stress.
All I kept thinking was: "How much is this going to cost us?"
But God always has a way of working things out in our favor.
To date, we have only spent $150!
Thank you sweet baby Jesus for being an intercessor for us!
To date, we have only spent $150!
Thank you sweet baby Jesus for being an intercessor for us!
Our pastor--who we love so very dearly--is a plumber and he took valuable time away from his family and ministry to help us.
And we can't tell you how grateful we are to him.
And his family.
And everyone who made it possible for him to carry our burden for a few days.
Friends, that's why I call my church people my village.
They are my people.
And they care so much more about me than any group of people ever has before in my life.
The leak was a fairly simple fix and our pastor said, "You guys should start thanking God right now!"
And we did.
Oh, we did!
However, we discovered we had more bad news to address.
We need to put in a new bath/shower because ours was installed incorrectly.
So, we are in the process of debating whether or not to turn it into 2 full baths instead of 1 1/2.
We are also talking about putting in carpet in our living room.
Decisions, decisions.
Whatever God's plans are, we are just going to take it one day at a time.
Two days ago, we had our first tornadic storm of the season.
It included me being disgustingly sick--with a migraine, two inches of freezing cold
water in the storm shelter, me in tears, and the dogs miserable.
Kelly? Oh, he was fine.
He was perfectly fine.
It was just the dogs and me who were under large amounts of stress.
But that's what happens when you have 3 extremely high-maintenance dogs.
And your husband abandons you with them in the cellar.
The storm passed over and I can only give God and my never-ending prayers for safety credit for the rotating wall-cloud over us that did not touch down.
I ugly-cried for a good 5 minutes while holding the dogs.
In the dark cellar.
Praising Jesus my three babies would be safe.
Friends, these storms put things in perspective.
I'm not afraid of losing my material possessions; I'm terrified that my fur-children won't be safe.
I don't want them to die in a tornado.
I want it to be from old age.
Comfortably at home.
In my arms.
After a big dinner of steak, veggies and chicken.
On a more interesting note: I wasn't too concerned about Kelly.
He can run fast.
So, I knew he'd be safe while scanning the skies for tornadoes.
The past few days, we've also been working on building our chicken coop.
But there's so much to say about the arrival of the Hansen Chicks that I'm just going to include that in one big post later.
However, here's a sneak peek.
This has been our life over the last week.
Spring is finally here.
But so are the tornadoes.
I will just keep praying my fellow Oklahomans are safe this year from these terribly destructive storms.
And we will be putting benches and lights in our cellar.
Praise Jesus!
They are my people.
And they care so much more about me than any group of people ever has before in my life.
The leak was a fairly simple fix and our pastor said, "You guys should start thanking God right now!"
And we did.
Oh, we did!
However, we discovered we had more bad news to address.
We need to put in a new bath/shower because ours was installed incorrectly.
So, we are in the process of debating whether or not to turn it into 2 full baths instead of 1 1/2.
We are also talking about putting in carpet in our living room.
Decisions, decisions.
Whatever God's plans are, we are just going to take it one day at a time.
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| This photo was taken by Kelly's friend, Alex. |
It included me being disgustingly sick--with a migraine, two inches of freezing cold
water in the storm shelter, me in tears, and the dogs miserable.
Kelly? Oh, he was fine.
He was perfectly fine.
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| She couldn't bear standing in the 2-inch water we had yet to get out of the cellar. So, like any good mother, I let her stand on me. Notice my soaked pants. Friends, this is TRUE LOVE. |
But that's what happens when you have 3 extremely high-maintenance dogs.
And your husband abandons you with them in the cellar.
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| Abner was such a good boy! He literally laid his head in my lap the whole time. |
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| Z waiting for Daddy. |
The storm passed over and I can only give God and my never-ending prayers for safety credit for the rotating wall-cloud over us that did not touch down.
I ugly-cried for a good 5 minutes while holding the dogs.
In the dark cellar.
Praising Jesus my three babies would be safe.
Friends, these storms put things in perspective.
I'm not afraid of losing my material possessions; I'm terrified that my fur-children won't be safe.
I don't want them to die in a tornado.
I want it to be from old age.
Comfortably at home.
In my arms.
After a big dinner of steak, veggies and chicken.
On a more interesting note: I wasn't too concerned about Kelly.
He can run fast.
So, I knew he'd be safe while scanning the skies for tornadoes.
The past few days, we've also been working on building our chicken coop.
But there's so much to say about the arrival of the Hansen Chicks that I'm just going to include that in one big post later.
However, here's a sneak peek.
This has been our life over the last week.
Spring is finally here.
But so are the tornadoes.
I will just keep praying my fellow Oklahomans are safe this year from these terribly destructive storms.
And we will be putting benches and lights in our cellar.
Praise Jesus!
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