Last night I had an epiphany. I just needed God. I don’t know why I felt (and feel) about this so strongly right now, but there’s something in my gut that is just screaming for God. I went to bed last night, about 9:30 or so…early. The boy was still up doing his thing. I went to Mr. Todd Bently’s webpage, and tried to watch the revival. I felt like it wasn’t what I was supposed to be doing.
I turned on a Bill Johnson podcast. I was still unsettled. I knew I was trying to get to God through these two, and I needed to go straight there. So I turned on one of my favorite bands, Selah. I laid in bed, and I prayed, and hung out with God…and fell asleep at some point.
Whilst I was sleeping, it turns out one of the boy’s music blog contest winners was standing outside the Target Center unable to get in to the Tom Petty concert. Luckily she’s a writer herself, and knows how this all works and understood, but the boy was HORRIFIED.
His day yesterday, HORRIFIC. Between the house and work. Plus this morning, he went in and his entire hard drive had crashed randomly. Then on his call this morning they requested he be in DC first thing Monday morning. You know when we’re doing our first of two IUI’s.
This morning, I myself was greeted by an angry little man, who decided when I didn’t get his breakfast fast enough he would go on a rampage. He promptly and firmly landed his little miscreant butt in time out.
This morning before the boy left, I made him let me pray for him, and us. All three of us cuddled and just prayed to God for our protection and provision.
See folks what we have here is a little old fashioned attacking going on. We’re doing what we’re supposed to be, and somebody doesn’t like that.
So he’s messing with us. BUT WE WILL NOT BE MESSED WITH. See you must never underestimate the power of a wife, and mommy who is PISSED OFF. So all morning I’ve been praying and reading. I’ve been sending encouragement to my husband. I’ve been loving up my little man, and we’ve spent the morning playing and kissing each other.
So the boy called me, and we started the house conference call. The house issue that gave us both a nervous breakdown of mass porportions last night. The one that last night ended with the boy telling our lady, “THAT’S IT. It’s over. DO NOT PROCESS ANYMORE PAPERWORK. I’m done.”
We conferenced in our real estate agent’s husband, who had already talked to the bank. They basically need something from the county we’ll be living in stating that the taxes aren’t going to be the abnormally high amount because of the zoning of the house. He’d gotten something from the county, and sent it over, and talked to the title company as well. He said that the underwriter should accept that as proof enough to write out the extra taxes, and bring everything back to normal. Making it so we don’t have to provide the large amount of closing costs, nor an extra $200 per month. He took care of it. So now all we have to do is find out if the underwriter will take it.
So anti-climactic.
So we’ll find out at the end of the day what the story finally is.
