It has royally stunk around here.
Seriously smelly - Literally.
The sewer line to the house exploded last week leaving a brown fountain in my guest bath. I spent the evening getting very intimate with my wet dry vac. We then spent the next five days waiting on help. Only to be able to flush "when needed". I spent five days without being able to do laundry ((insert reminder of 4 children)). The dishes won the battle within the first 12 hours.
Then the tenants called. They have been having "issues" in the house for a few months and are moving out. Seriously, the called within 24 hours of the toilet fountain happening. The "issues" they were having warranted a phone call 2 months ago but they just didn't seem to do that.
I went over to see the house and all I saw was dollar signs. It was overwhelming. I was sad.
Right now - this all seems impossible. With a tight budget, a husband who travels all week and four very busy kids - there is a little voice inside my head screaming THIS seems impossible.
But that little voice is remaining just a whisper. Because in the midst of the most stress I have had in years, I feel stronger than I ever have. It is like God has given me a super cape to fly through these problems.
My cape consists of a daily quiet time. There are a few close confidants that he has placed in my life to bounce ideas off of. My husband has exercised a great deal of empathy when dealing with me and that is amazing. My children even understand the need to bound together and fight thru.
Then there is the art. I am almost nervous about calling it that. I always thought of artists as people who could paint or sculpt. That is not me. But according to Webster this is art -
My art has been a gift of therapy lately. It transcends around happiness, joy, faith, and enjoying all that life has to offer - the good and the bad.
I am incredibly grateful that God gave me the gift to do what I do. I pray that everyone who receives one of my pieces knows that life is wonderful - if we choose.