Miss Cissy's work crew is here again, telling me that I'm allowing them to store treasures in Heaven for them by them working for my children. My pride, so often in the way, my fear that folks will say, "Why'd you have so many children if you need help?"
I've deferred so much maintenance here, leaky pipes, a bathroom that's been untouched for 30 years, now completely redone, both dishwashers down are now up and running again. I'd been hand washing all the dishes for a month or so, I didn't want the kids to waste water so I've been doing them carefully my own self.
We have a new backdoor that shuts properly and all the outside doors now lock, new ceiling fans and light fixtures...the wear and tear on a house with this much traffic is pretty impressive.
Most importantly is the amount of prayer poured out upon us, my frightening and surprising bout with depression has dissipated, I'm energized, and ready to face the many challenges that I've not blogged about since we're butt deep in several of them at the moment.
I feel like I'd emotionally lost my way there for a spell, so many bad choices made by my kids, some terribly serious - life-threatening even, and it's been a dark hole lately.
Big Joe ruptured a disk in his neck, a great deal of pain last week, is slowly mending but has lost a week of work. Chuck's turning 28 today, Lily has Art Club and Scotty has Science Club.
We just received a ton of shoes and clothes, it's a warm, beautiful day outside and life is looking up in a very big way. Miss Montana is painting rooms upstairs, we have a new bannister that came down years ago, walls are patched, and electrical problems are repaired. I'm so very blessed by these folks who've taken days off from their careers.