This evening we discovered that we have a brand new, massive leak in the flooring of our daughter's bedroom. My husband lifted the carpet to find a completely saturated pad, and water that covered the floor all the way through the hall and into the doorway of the master bedroom. He used our carpet cleaner to suck as much water as possible out of the carpeting and discarded a good deal of the pad. We have the leak repairmen coming tomorrow afternoon. This is the third slab leak we've had in about a year.
I can tell my husband is frustrated. I know money is hard to come by, and that he works hard, and that he struggles with earning so little when he is qualified, both through education and experience, to earn a much greater amount. I know he wants so much to pay off our debt, and that he gets disheartened when we aren't making any progress, when it feels like setbacks keep coming....
So I'm diffusing essential oils meant to relax our weary minds and bodies, and reading scriptures meant to calm our weary, anxious hearts, and praying prayers, hoping to call down grace and provision from Heaven. Our God has always, always provided for us. I am choosing to believe He will again, now. And that perhaps even our cruddy plumbing will somehow glorify Him, when all is said and done.