Finding Peace Underwater...

Wednesday night at about 9:30, Atticus and I were pulling into the driveway seeing my dad and his friend, Bobbie, running through the front yard. What is humorous is that I didn't find my dad running through the front yard with Bobbie strange at all. They are both unique individuals so I just figured they had a perfectly good reason to look like two young boys who just discovered where their next fort should be. I came inside to find my mom extremely flustered and quite frankly a little rude. A tad frustrated that I had not received the greeting I expected, I asked my mom; "uh mom is something wrong?" This is when my life changed for a solid five days. And when I say changed, I really mean it. My mom informed that the water heater in her bedroom closet was spewing out water and her room and part of our hallway flooded. This is great. We had to shut off our water, pull everything out of my mom and dad's room, their bathroom, closet and hallway. We had to pull up the carpet where it flooded, and shut off all the bedrooms and put about six huge fans that ran 24/7. The first night I wouldn't be able to wash my face, take a shower, get a drink of water if I wanted...basically I couldn't live. At least that is what I thought at first. After I was able to break down for 2 out of the 5 days, I decided that althought it was not an ideal situation, I am so truly blessed to have a house, running water, a couch to sleep on, air conditioning, and a loving, nuturing family. Choosing to be thankful in all situations is sometimes the hardest thing to do, but it is incredible how choosing thankfullness over bitterness about something I cannot change, made this mess not so messy anymore.