Well it was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Still dealing with flooring issues (more on this soon), replacing an AC unit, a water heater, life in between (games, lessons, homework, sibling quarrels, etc), Church responsibilities (more on this soon too), and just everyday stresses. I teared up this morning feeling sorry for myself. Good grief! Can you even believe that? So many people that have it much more difficult than I do, and I'm breaking down over a few misfortunes. Well I did. I waited around for 4 hours for the AC people to finish up, and then I had to get out of the house for a little bit. On my way out to the car, I noticed.....
my garden finally starting to peek through the red dirt my husband insisted on digging out of our backyard instead of going to the recycling plant and getting a truck load of compost. Our conversation:
Kev: You want me to drive across town to get special sand, when we have a whole yard full of dirt?
Me: Um, it's not sand. You can't grow anything in sand. And, I'm pretty sure not a lot will grow in this red clay.
Kev: It's fine. It's full of worms.
Me: You will need about 19 gallons per garden box. There are four of them. So 76 gallons of dirt.
~If I would have had more time, I would have fashioned up a pie chart or bar graph of some sort. You know, really broke it down for him: work productivity, and other words like that would be interspersed throughout. Give 'em the 'ol razzle dazzle, razzle dazzle 'em. I figured simple arithmatic would deter him, and he would suddenly see my way was the obvious solution. But, nope.
Kev: Alrighty then. Better get started.
~4 hours later, he and Corbin drag themselves into the house. Both are so exhausted they can hardly stand.
Kev: I think that's gonna turn out real nice. I think I did something to my back.
~Maybe you've been unecessarily shoveling 76 gallons of dirt for the past few hours, but what I said was:
Me: Honey, thank you. They look fantastic!
I muttered a quick apology to these little seeds as I tucked them into the red dirt on planting day, explaining that I was sorry. It wasn't my idea about the soil, but the man of the house did not want to dirty his truck, and could they please find it in their little hearts to not let all this work be in vain.
I say " finally" starting to peek through, but it's only been like....5 days. I've been on the edge of my seat waiting for some sign of life. Waiting for them to accept my apology that they didn't get the dirt they deserved. Waiting for them to fight through the yuck toward the light. Well, today they did it! Good job radishes. I always knew you were the strongest. I take back all the rotten things I've said about you in the past.
Went to the antique store, where this fan was on clearance. I've had my eye on it for months. Another tender mercy, a little love letter from heaven. I know it seems a silly, and superficial thing, but I saw a loving miracle in it.
The last thing I saw was this tin sign. No message could've been any clearer (MJ fan anyone? shuh-mon.) Someone was VERY aware of me and my needs, and my problems, and decided to send me little love letters from "home" today to tell me, "Come on. You can do it! Think of all the good in your life! I love you!!" What a very loving Heavenly Father we have.
To make my day even better, I got a little note from my mom commenting on some pics I had taken. On an internal rainy day, it made the sun come out. Thanks mom. I love you.
Letters from home are the best!
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