Wednesday night, we had water in the kitchen. Thursday, the contractor who redid out bathroom last year opened the ceiling. Friday, a plumber gave us an estimate. Saturday, a plumber came and fixed the leak. Saturday, a young man with a mold company waved he gauge around the whole house and said the cabinets should be replaced (among many other things). Today is Sunday, a day of rest?
Through all this, the insurance company has been telling us that it may or may not be covered, and that it may be more than a week until we know.
Today, Sunday, I flipped my saying of the week from “That which does not kill me makes me stronger,” to “So, if you think you are standing firm,be careful that you don’t fall! No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.”
So yeah, not that I can’t bear it. Luxury problems, for sure. The repair will take time and money, and I know that compared to many (most) people I have an abundance of both. The feeling of scarcity that came down to me from my grandparents through my mother may not have really existed for any of them, and certainly hasn’t for me. One step at a time, we’ve come through this very quickly and even though there is a gaping, moldy hole in the kitchen, the kitchen and the bathroom are fully operable. We have a contractor, plumber, and mold guy we trust (though the insurance company is questionable at this moment). We have a gratitude list that stretches to infinity and a broad, broad view that tells us this is most certainly the small stuff.