Dear God,

I have to say, I guess You know how angry and distraught I was earlier this week. Logically, I know that when I feel that out of control, it’s a faith crisis, and this one was a doozy.

I’m sure it’s no surprise to You that when water starts coming through my basement ceiling, and the plaster collapses in a heap on the floor, I’m suspectible to forgetting that everything, everything, is according to Your plan.

I sure didn’t feel grateful when I told my sweetheart man about the streaming water and falling ceiling, and his response was to wait for his Easter arrival to inspect and fix. I suffered from visions of my house and everything in it floating away. I couldn’t have been more miserable, and it was hard to stay quietly smiling and sane while at work trying to be “normal” last week. Then, when my sweetheart man rearranged his whole schedule to traverse the distance and drive up with tools to be my hero, still I was worried and wasn’t satisfied.

I saw the news on the weekend about tornadic storms in different parts of the country. I watched in horror as I saw pictures of my sweetheart man’s city having been ripped to shreds by these tormenting winds. He came into the room with breakfast, and I looked at him, wondering if he knew. I didn’t know how to tell him, but as it turned out, he was wondering if I knew and how to tell me the ominous news.

God, Thank You for putting him here out of harm’s way of this storm. Thank You for the repair to my basement pipes that was quick and relatively inexpensive. I pray to You that this all holds together.

Thank You for guiding my sweetheart man back safely to his house, which was untouched by the storms, down to not even disturbing the new ant hills on the front lawn.

Thank You, God, for not waiting very long at all to show me that even the leaky pipes in my ceiling were all according to Your Plan.

Very impressed am I, and humbled in Your presence.

In the name of Your Holy Son, Jesus,

Amen.