Trial by Boiler

So....the boiler repairman finished up. If I could have back the money we've put into our boiler....ok, I can't. That train of thought only leads to discontent. In other words, it leads nowhere good. I just feel the boiler lacks a certain...ummm....shall we say GLAMOR?? Seriously, it has no glamor. It looks like a beast just lurking in the laundry room. It sounds like a beast. It actually kind of smells like one too. I guess the fact that I refer to it as THE BEAST probably doesn't surprise anyone.

I'm pretty frustrated that the knees of one of my two wearable pairs of jeans got blackened by boiler goo when I was attempting to clean up afterwards. Boilers are very dirty. Very. I am washing the jeans and hoping for the best because I really, really need them. Without them, I actually will have to resort to denim skirts since I have two of those....Please, Fels Naptha soap, work your stain-removal magic.

I will be graciously hosting another repairman tonight between 4 and 6 to check on some more issues with the boiler. Then, I will be expecting a call after the team has met to look at digital photos of our system. Seriously? I have friends who are waiting on word from a pediatric surgical team to find out how open heart surgery will be done on their little baby boy. It just feels ridiculous to be sitting here waiting on results from our.....boiler team. So trivial. So grating to be dealing with this year after year. So blechy. (That is my own word. It works for me.)

I have already apologized to Elijah and God for demonstrating a distinct lack of contentment, joy, and trust in the Lord this morning. The apology was accepted by both, most graciously. Now for a little vision therapy....eyes on the Lord, not the boiler or the checkbook or......just the Lord.

As for my friends? Not a day goes by in our family when we don't lift them up to the Lord who tenderly loves their little boy. He will have surgery in the next week or two.