Thursday, April 16, 2015

NO COMPLAINING

We had a BIG storm in FW Monday, while I was lifting weights at the Y--THANKFULLY!  Since it was already raining and messy-I did not park in my garage when I arrived home.  Not until Tuesday night garbage take out did I discover all three of my electric garage door openers were inoperable.  Obviously the lightning tripped the breaker.  Here is the HUGE catch--in houses built 90+ years ago, the garages were detached.  There is no other entrance into my garage.  I went to bed thinking SURELY there has to be a secret to getting into those doors.




After tutoring this AM, I called the service company.  The man curtly told me I was fresh out of luck--there is no way to get into the garage.  GROAN!  WHIIEE!
I began brain storming how to get in--after all my lawn mower and garden tools are in there!  After coming up with an idea, I called #1 son who happens to be a carpenter extraordinaire--THANKFULLY.  We concur a hole has to be cut to get into the garage and a door put in to allow entrance in the future if this happens again.

Even though I live in Egypt, I have acquired a relationship with a handyman-who I have on speed dial.  He came over and cut the hole--turns out it is not a simple job of cutting through the sheet rock.  There is fire board in the vestibule where I am cutting the door and the garage on the other side is ship lap siding-which means a lot of cutting.  The deed is done--I am back into the garage.  All that remains is adding the door and framing it out.  Well except for the garage door which the handyman locked while fooling with it and I have no key and cannot seem to get to trip from the inside.  OH WELL, I'll think about that tomorrow, Scarlett!

I have been praying for God to give me thoughts beyond myself---CAREFUL what you pray for!  I am not complaining!  I live in a country where I am not persecuted or in fear of losing my life because of my faith, I am healthy, I have a roof over my head and food on my table and a plethora of loved ones.




Today my brick making was a little more difficult since the straw was short changed, but I still got the bricks made.  Brick making is an honorable profession and not everyone can be the architect, not everyone can be the contractor, not everyone can be the supervisor, but we all can make bricks and what would we have--if someone didn't make the bricks!  It's the small things that make a difference.  Each and every small deed done in a way to reflect His glory--you never know who is watching you making your bricks.


Whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks through Him to God the Father.
Colossians 3:17

4 comments:

  1. My men's group is working our way through James..."consider[ing] it all joy" is not my strong suit. Great reminder! Question: How (or maybe "why") are you posting blogs at 4am?

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    1. AH, Bruther Len---it is a BIG secret and if I told you I would have to kill you! NO--happy to share---all of my blogs are written the day before and sometimes a couple of days (used to stay more ahead but decided that was me talking and not me allowing God to talk. ANYWAY--on Blogger you can schedule your post to publish at any time you desire. SO being a little OCD :~} my posts always publish at 4:00 PCT or 6:00 CTZ! I do not always see the joy in all that occurs--but I trust His word and if He says its joy---put it in your book!
      Blessings, Friend!

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  2. What a silly contractor to not put a separate entrance into the garage! What was he (not) thinking!? That would be a quandary as one would have to consider where load bearing studs, existing electrical, etc. are before beginning to rip into a wall. I'm glad the Master Contractor send you someone competent could help. ~:)

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    1. Ah, Sparky--remember this was built pre electric door openers. Yes #1 Son & I talked through all that you mentioned, so the wall was carefully selected and we started with a small hole to look inside. THANKFULLY we selected the right spot and no additional holes were needed. I am thankful the Master Contractor was by my side and gave me another lesson in patience.
      Blessings, Friend!

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