I've shared in a couple posts how the past week has been incredibly difficult and lonely. Well, the problems of the week were exacerbated by plumbing issues. Our toilet flooded the bathroom floor and when Sony tried to plunge it, the sewage water then flooded our shower. The bathroom was a disaster. The plumber came in and thankfully fixed the problem (at least for now) but our washroom was still disgusting.
I was having one of those days where I was too weak to make it out to the mail box, let alone try and mop up that ugly mess. My husband had been up half the night with me, and then with Karalise, so I knew he wouldn't be up for the job. Again, I was overwhelmed and helpless (that seems to be my theme for the week).
But praise God for my friends Phil and Karissa who came over and rescued us. Phil entertained Karalise while also managing to tidy our disaster living room. Meanwhile, Karissa bravely tackled the nasty washroom, thoroughly mopping, scrubbing and drying the floors and shower. Then we had a nice little time of fellowship with them over dinner.
It was just a small scale disaster, only requiring a good mop up, but it was far beyond my capacity to deal with. I was done in. I suspect that if these friends hadn't come in, I would have been a sobbing mess, and the washroom would have remained a disaster for several days.
Thank you very much, Phil and Karissa. And thank you Lord for providing merciful help in just the right time.
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