Trust - Part 3

I forget sometimes
how satan loves a challenge.
When we seek to serve God more fully,
satan's response is always the same:
"Challenge accepted!"
My and God's trust challenge
is no different!

As I begin this post,
it is not quite noon.
I have been up since just before 7am.
It has been an eventful morning.

I forgot to turn off the alarm 

before opening the back door to let the dog out.

The alarm pad is by the side door.

I was settling onto the sofa to await Mitzi's

"I'm finished and it's cold out here! Let me in!"

when the beeping broke through the fog 

that surrounds my brain in the mornings

and I realized what I had done.

I took off at a run for the other side of the dark house

and ran my shoulder smack into the door frame.

Ouch!!!

I reached the pad just in the nick of time and entered the code 

to stop it from shrieking to all my neighbors, 

the alarm company, 

and my Lanny Love in Colorado

that I had forgotten to turn it off before opening a door.

Shoulder hurting, 

but embarrassment avoided.

Well, until now....

A few minutes later,
I punched the wrong button for my size cup on my coffee maker
and coffee overflowed onto the countertop.

I let Mitzi in

and returned to my perch on the chair by the fire

for my morning time with the Lord.

Chilly, even with the fire,

I headed upstairs to get my Lanny Love's robe

to warm me up and bring him closer.

I tripped going up the stairs.

I talked to the Lord a bit about my morning thus far.

Talked to Him about my Lanny Love and Zach.

Talked to Him about trust.

Talked to Him about my daughter.

Talked to Him about my friend.

Talked to Him about a lot of stuff.

Read His Word.

Sat still and quiet for a bit and listened to Him.

And headed to Facebook to waste some time

where I saw this picture and made it my cover photo:

Two more cups of coffee,

a "good morning, have fun" conversation with my Lanny Love, 

and I head to the pantry for breakfast

where I promptly slam my finger in the door.

I decide it's time to hit the shower and get busy.

As usual, I choose the downstairs shower.

Very briefly, I think about showering upstairs.

But I don't.

I enjoy a long, leisurely shower

and turn the faucet off.

Hot water continues to poor down my body.

I twist the hot knob and it's off.

I think, "Maybe I turned it the wrong way."

Nope.

That results in more scalding water.

I step out of the shower and reach in to try to turn it off.

Nope.

Water continues to fall from the shower head.

At that moment,

I remember satan's love of a challenge!

And into my head pops the thought.

"And your Lanny Love is probably

at this very moment,

laying broken and bruised

under a ton of avalanche snow,

slowly suffocating!"

(I have a very healthy imagination

and I could almost see him struggling!)

"STOP IT!!!"

I say firmly!

"I trust my God with my Lanny Love!"

"And how has that worked out for you in the past,

WIDOW WOMAN?"

I could practically hear the sneer. 

Now, I know in my head.

I know the ski resorts are very conscientious about avalanche control.

And I know that my Lanny Love is careful.

And I know that I have hot water spewing from my shower head 

that needs to be stopped.

But my heart begins to panic.

My chest constricts. 

Then I think of my cover picture.

 And I breathe a prayer.

"My Lanny Love is Yours!

I ask for his protection!

But he is Yours!"

 And my chest relaxes. 

Now, I cannot find a shut off valve for the shower.

I have no idea where the main shut off is in this new home.

I cannot call my Lanny Love,

who, as I type, knows none of this,

for he is on a ski slope enjoying the snowy mountains

and fellowship with his son! 

And I can't remember what plumber he uses.

So I call the one I used while I was single.

They can't make it out until the end of the week.

Not an option at this point.

Back to Facebook and a plea for recommendations.

A number of suggestions for how to stop the shower

and names of plumbers.

Then, a man from my church walks me through 

turning off the line to the water heater.

Success!

The shower stops!

I have no hot water,

but I have plenty of cold and,

most importantly,

toilets.

Disaster averted.

I finish dressing and decide to run a couple errands

before heading to a meeting.

Flat tire.

And he's back.

 "See what happens when you trust God?

All alone again and problems at every turn." 

Sometimes disaster happens.
That is part of life in this fallen world!
satan himself ushered problems big and small into our lives.
And he taunts us with them!

But this morning,

God met my need!

He was faithful,

trustworthy!

As He always is!

Not today, satan!
Not today!

"But the people who trust the Lord

will become strong again.

They will rise up as an eagle in the sky;

they will run and not need rest;

they will walk and not become tired."

                                                   ~~ Isaiah 40:31 NCV