Yesterday, we received a call from Home Depot with some encouraging news with an extremely kind gesture attached. They want us to go ahead and allow the same agency/contractor to do the work on the installation with the proviso that there are different individuals involved (including the owner/supervisor, I think). The very nice woman from HD said to go in and pick out a stove--the stove will be installed free; the cabinet work will be free; the $69 measuring fee will be taken off, the cabinets will be fixed for free, AND we will be given a check from HD for $200 for our difficulties. All we had to do was to go in and pick out our model. When we went in to do so, the very kind man said we would have to have some measurements taken. We told him we had been through that; he could not find them on the computer. But after some patient phone calls, all was found, and we picked out a new stove. Talking to him was a blessing. The one I originally liked yesterday was a traditional electric with the old-fashioned burners; i.e., it was not a flat top. It was the least expensive of all the models, but looked really, really good. Sometimes all of the "bells and whistles" simply amount to more that can go wrong. My eye roved a bit to the flat top. The salesman actually said that he used the one I had first picked out, and that it was great for him and his wife. (The oven itself is a little bigger than most, but the overall measurement fits in perfectly with our slot). He also said that he preferred the traditional over the flat top because you cannot use cast iron on the flat top! WOW! I love cooking with my iron skillet. I was so happy to know that! Plus, I felt like we had an honest salesman who wasn't trying to sell us the most expensive product in the showroom. We have a delivery date, and next we have to get an installation date. That will be the big deal day in our household. No one realized how much I cook in the oven itself until it was unavailable. We are thrilled. I am still in the "we'll see" mindset, but what I have seen is how the Lord takes us through these little bumps in the road. Our van has been in the shop 4 times in just about that many weeks, and the best they can do is to tell us that they don't know what is wrong. Michael gets so very upset about car issues--and yesterday, it wouldn't crank again right after we left the dealership. But we managed to get her going with some Supernatural assistance. Other little things around the house are falling into place as well. Michael said that the difficulties of the last few weeks taken individually would be easily manageable, but having them all at one time has weighed us down in mind and spirit. But again, I can see the Lord at work, and I have felt the Presence of the Holy Spirit even more strongly. I love to read Jesus' words about the Holy Spirit in the King James Bible:
And I will pray the Father, and He shall give you another Comforter, that he may abide with you forever.
Whatever trials and bumps in the road you face this week, remember that the Comforter is with you.
We arrived at our destination yesterday, and we are all very content. We will be heading out tomorrow. The apartments we used to stay in have been renovated and all of the kitchen appliances have been removed. We were able to get the same rate in some of the hotel-like facilities. I have a nice desk, and Michael has a veranda, complete with rocking chairs and a nice breeze. The rooms have a little refrigerator, so ours is loaded with carbonated beverages. I have consumed my weight in chocolate-covered peanuts, and loved every minute of it.
There is a "fellowship room" on the floor, complete with a TV. John Boy and I watched Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy!
We ate breakfast in the cafeteria this morning, and it was WONDERFUL! I think Dad is hoping for gravy in the morning (they had grits this morning).
Road Trip . . . We have some dear friends who are on an adventure, and we will be as well . . . in a different part of the same lovely state. They're on the beach side--we'll be on the apple orchard side. I think it is funny that the highlight of this particular trip is shaping up to be our visits to two orchards, one that shares our family's last name! I'd better start getting together my recipes for applesauce.
This last week has been a week of continuing challenges. Every time we think we're out of the woods, something else happens. We went to Home Depot yesterday to try to file a claim on the damage done. Dear daughter had some pictures that we had printed. They were very nice to us, but perhaps not as solicitous as I would have liked. Hubby didn't call back the contractor--he wants to see what HD will do. We all feel a little funny about those men being back in the house.
I don't think I have mentioned in a post about our recent bout dealing with head lice. It is not a topic you want everyone to know about. We have pretty much traced the source of the exposure, and it is just ONE OF THOSE THINGS. I had this problem just before Dear Daughter was born, and it was out of control for weeks. This time hasn't been nearly as bad. She and I are the only two in the family who have had them, so that's the good news. She has helped one of her friends with the problem. She went to Wally world to help her pick out her "weapon" and then she helped her with the actual process of getting them out. She has watched as another "friend" has pretty much turned her back on her, saying unkind things and moving her seat in class. Tough times will show what people are made of. Our prayer has been that this experience will help us always to be kind and empathetic to anyone going through it. When we went to the drug store to look at treatment options, we were told that the schools were overwhelmed with the outbreaks this year.
I can see how my previous encounter with these little monsters 18 years ago has helped on this occasion. When you're going through something difficult, never discount how it might help you in the future, or how it might help someone else.
We are so grateful for that "sanitize" cycle on the dryer!
We are also grateful that John Boy has the week off from The Chicken House so that we can go on our Road Trip. "His eye" is truly on His sparrows.