A few weeks ago our lawnmower broke.
We have a large, sprawling yard that gets out of hand easily if we miss even one week of mowing in the Summer. To have our lawnmower deck rust through and crack in half was stressful (and expensive) circumstance.
This was also about the same time my PMDD symptoms had reached a fever pitch and rendered me incapable of doing anything but feeding the kids and laying in bed for days at time.
This was also around the time my mom offered to come up to offer me some relief and help me catch up on everything that had been let go around in our home but someone in her house caught Covid and she was placed in quarantine instead.
This was also around the time Behr chipped a tooth and the dentist told us he’s going to have to have surgery (at the hospital, completely under anesthesia) to resolve it.
This was also around the time we discovered—much too late—one (of two!) water leaks under our kitchen floor that will result in us having to gut half the kitchen to fix.
July was…not easy for our family.
And then Tuesday happened.
Everything hard in our life didn’t evaporated that day. A better way to put it would be to say one sharp corner of this thorny season of life was sanded down a bit.
How you ask? We found a lawnmower part on FB marketplace.
The exact part we needed at a 1/3 of the price and when no one in our area had it in stock.
So we packed up the kids and drove two hours+ round trip to pick up the part to squeeze in some extra time with Jonathan before he had to leave for work that night.
Tuesday wasn’t the day everything hard in our life melted away, but I did feel our load lighten a bit. Praise God.
I know in my head God sees us. I know His good for us is infinitely better than what our limited version of good might be. I know He is intimately involved in the details of our lives.
I just don’t always feel it.
But on Tuesday I did and I’m thankful.
God is good whether I feel like He is or not.
But it’s nice to feel it too.