What Iīm about to tell you is like something from an Alfred Hitchcock movie, but it is absolutely true and it all happened in a period of just seven days --- my first seven days back in Venice. It reminded me of the ten plagues of Egypt, except that in my case I ended up with eleven.
At first it didnīt seem too earth-shattering. My husband merely announced that our refrigerator wasnīt working and we needed a new one. No, that was not going to be possible because our property taxes had just doubled and our income had not --- but not to worry, I was going to deal with that some other time because I had scads of other stuff to do.
Since it was really hot, I hurried to get some relief, thereby discovering that our air conditioner wasnīt working either. Now THAT really annoyed me. I could possibly live without a refrigerator but air conditioning was vital to someone in my age category because I would get extremely overheated when it was 50 degrees, much less 80. With eyes wild with frenzy, I ran to my hubby and yelled, "Fix it! FIX IT!"
Moments later I was screaming once again. "Help! HELP ME!" while frantically waving and flailing my arms and running all over my front lawn because a swarm of bees were attacking me as I tried to raise my window awnings. How could I possibly know they had made a hive underneath? My overtaxed husband (no pun intended) merely said, "Leave it." So I did. Just left them hanging with one side down and the other half way up with pipes dangling and banging against the outside wall.
"What next, Lord?" I thought, "This is becoming overwhelming." I took a deep breath and decided I would just concentrate on cleaning and washing up six monthīs worth of neglect and that was when I discovered the four little piles of sawdust around the dresser in my back room. TERMITES? How can we have TERMITES? I immediately went into action, threw the dresser out the back door and then got on my hands and knees armed with a rag saturated with Clorox hoping to resolve this newest plague when I sustained such an electrical shock that I was surprised to find I was still alive.
Normally, three people have to die for me to cry (Iīm exaggerating here a little now so that youīll get the idea) but this latest jolt caused me to stand there and sob these gargantuan tears (well maybe they werenīt THAT big, but I was really shaken) until my laid-back-never-gets-upset-about-anything husband put his arm around me and said very calmly, "Did you know the printerīs not working either?"
Well, that comment at least caused me to stop crying. Composing myself I rushed to my bedroom because I remembered seeing something unusual the night before which I didnīt have the time or energy to deal with until now. I was horrified to find fuzz growing on the bottom of my night table. MOLD? WHY would mold be growing THERE? The answer soon became apparent as I discovered my headboard and the entire wall behind it very damp and actually rotting because the window above it had leaked while we were gone.
I tried to console myself by hoping that I was really still up in Canada and this week was just a bad dream.
Calling a contractor only made things worse. Not only was it going to cost $1,500.00, but he scared the heebie jeebies out of me as he proceeded to educate me on the hazards of mold and told me to close the room off completely until he removed the entire bedroom wall. Then he would have to bring in a machine to suck all the spores out of the air. He was certain that my insurance would cover this because it was actually īwater damageī.
"Ummm, no, thatīs not an option because I just got a notice that my insurance had elapsed. You see, I learned that the post office does not forward bulk mail, so thatīs the reason why I didnīt get the bill."
When he replied, "Oh NO, your insurance will quadruple ...IF they reinstate you at all," I escorted him to the front door. Now totally exasperated, I said, "Well, thanks for your expertise but I have no insurance, no money and not enough credit, so Iīm simply going to go into denial and go replant some flowers in my back yard to make myself feel better!"
I knew that was definitely NOT going to be a solution to my predicament but I didnīt expect it to get worse. Within minutes I was screaming once AGAIN. The fox kept coming closer and closer. Even though I was threatening it with the water hose, it would not shoo. Coming to the rescue, my husband suspected it had babies close by so he shooed ME back into the house.
At this point I finally realized I needed divine intervention. (I donīt know WHY it takes me so long). I began claiming the promise from Psalm 34, "MANY are the afflictions of the righteous (īrighteousī meaning those that have right standing with God because they have accepted forgiveness for their sins through the sacrificial death of Jesus) but the Lord delivers him out of them ALL." I knew that God would resolve each and every situation for me. Not just īsomeī of my afflictions, but ALL of them. Each and every one. And that He did, one after another. I canīt wait to tell you about what happened, but it will have to be next month. Until then, begin to pray that scripture over your own needs and trust God to work it all out for YOU.