It is a Monday in all it’s glory. My husband & I started a tool & equipment rental business 21 yrs. ago & remain at the helm even now. Monday’s are C.R.A.Z.Y…& crazy can equal stressful. We have a staff meeting every Monday morning at 7 a.m., so I usually leave the house around 6:15 a.m. I feed my guys either a homemade breakfast (not today) or a sad drive-thru-breakfast-substititute (today). Why the sad breakfast on this very day, you might be wondering? Let me go back in time.
About a week & a half ago one of our home water heaters went out, setting off a cascade of events that we are paying for today. The water heater let loose it’s load & ruined our ugly-&-why-have-we-not-replaced-it-already laundry room floor. And we actually needed a bigger water heater anyway. I saw this whole situation as a win-win. Arrangements were made for a new water heater, flooring was picked out, & crews were scheduled. Life was so, so good.
This weekend the flooring went in without a hitch. Looks great. The hubs got the appliances back in & I ran a load of wash from the growing pile. And that is when round 2 began. The washer threw more codes than 007. We got a fast-track-degree in appliance repair from Google U, & spent 2 hrs. doing brain surgery on the Maytag. We did not succeed. We called it at 8:22 p.m. last night…let us pause here for a moment of silence. Amen. And this is why I did not have time to prep the normal culinary delight that is the Monday-morning-meeting-breakfast.
The water heater is being installed even as I write this post, but we have yet to find anyone who does appliance repair. We live in a town of approximately 16,000 people. We have one recommendation for a repair man. ONE. And he has not returned our call. Plus, remember, it is Monday in rental-land. For all these reasons, plus some private items weighing on my heart, I began this day feeling discouraged. My new spirit-animal is Eeyore.
What to do? This scripture came leaking out of my heart moments ago: Psalm 61:1-2:
1 Hear my cry, O God;
listen to my prayer.
2 From the ends of the earth I call to you,
I call as my heart grows faint;
lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
So I shall pray…for strength to handle the hustle & grind of my day…& also, please, Lord, for the advent of a repair man, for our underwear doth grow few. This I know: God is most faithful. He has provided an entirely gorgeous day for us (wootwoot!). He has given us good health. He has blessed us with the most amazing family. He has redeemed us. Mondays require a different kind of faith than other days of the week…reminds me of a scene from “Indiana Jones & the Last Crusade”, where Jones has to step out over a large chasm, in the perfect example of the proverbial leap-of-faith. I just have to trust that each step I make & each task I do will land me safely into tomorrow. So, excuse me now as I head to “the rock that is higher than I”. Till next time…
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