Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Well, yesterday was an interesting day. Just full of surprises.
Leaving work at 6am, my car was on empty. It was very, very empty, so I stopped at a gas station to fill it up.
Simple enough you say, right?
No, you see, my husband thinks that there are people everywhere just waiting to siphon gas out of our tank, so recently he had purchased a locked gas cap.
Problem is, I can't get the lock to unlock. He says it's easy. But it's not. You have to turn the lock one way and then twist the cap another way, pat your head and tap your feet and then it will unlock.
Sooo...I drove home on fumes, a wing and a prayer.
I get home and upon entering the front door I smelled something funny. An odor difficult to describe. Not good, coming from somewhere around the fireplace. I go over to the fireplace and open the door to the insert, sticking my head almost all the way in, when I rest my eyes on some kind of dead creature!
I nearly fainted!
After much investigation, by my husband, seems a mother squirrel went down our fireplace and had babies and they died. Somehow one of them actually got through the damper and died in the part where we place the firewood. The one I made eye to eye contact with.
But we still have a smell. So there are still dead squirrels somewhere.
Isn't that precious?
Not long after getting to work last night, the floor finishing guy comes in and starts stripping wax off the floor. I thought he was just mopping. But no.
I'm allergic to this stuff. Throat started closing in, coughing, followed by nausea, topped with a violent migraine.
It bought me a ticket home for the night. Somewhere around 1:00AM I started feeling a little better. Praise the Lord!
Oh what a day! Oh what a night!
"My grace is sufficient for thee:" II Corthinthians 12:9
He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength when the labors increase;
To added affliction He addeth His mercies,
To multiplied trials His multiplied peace.
When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
Our Father's full giving is only begun.
His love has no limit, His grace has no measure,
His power no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth and giveth and giveth again.
--Annie Johnson Flint
~~From Streams In The Desert August 5th~~