You Get What You Pray For

I recently made a goal to blog less (which always seems to include catching up on other blogs in the process), Pinterest less (only when I have a specific need OR am waiting - in a doctor's office or in the car), and Facebook less (not a problem for me)... to make my internet usage purposeful.

I in no means consider myself addicted, I just know that there are often better things I could be doing with my time.  I have made a concerted effort this week to make sure I was spending time each day reading the scriptures (on a personal basis - so easy for me to consider family scripture reading the fulfillment of the RDA), Daughters in My Kingdom (a challenge our Stake RS Pres. gave months ago), or the Ensign.

I also prayed last night for patience.

This morning, as Bill walked into the office before heading out to work, he discovered water dripping from the ceiling fan, blinds, and door trim.  Upon further investigation, he found the culprit:  a plugged toilet upstairs with a run.  The last time Mar had flushed was 5pm yesterday.

 (Please don't look at the nice water deposit/chemical ring - seriously, unscrubbable... we need a new toilet)

(Ceiling fan drips... a possible electrocution hazard, I'd guess) 

(Watermarks on the wall in the office... Bill's cereal bowl - still full of mushy Corn Chex - on the filing cabinet, left in a moment of panic at the first realization of water where it doesn't belong)

(The dripping blinds) 

(The garage ceiling)

(The crawlspace... the most important salvaged items:  two sets of golf clubs and Tay's sax)

Thanks to these guys, the clean up is well on it's way:  about two weeks + our high deductible.  Sigh.

Today I've had some extra time sitting around waiting (and staying out of the way).  I pinned a couple of things, did a quick check of Olympic results, then decided to post about my day.  There were too many people around to shower, and too much stuff in disarray to make cleaning/organizing/dusting/vacuuming worth the effort.

I am reminded of the patience I prayed for last night.

I am reminded of this inspiring talk by President Henry B. Eyring.

"I cannot promise an end to your adversity in this life. I cannot assure you that your trials will seem to you to be only for a moment. One of the characteristics of trials in life is that they seem to make clocks slow down and then appear almost to stop.

There are reasons for that. Knowing those reasons may not give much comfort, but it can give you a feeling of patience. Those reasons come from this one fact: in Their perfect love for you, Heavenly Father and the Savior want you fitted to be with Them to live in families forever."

Learning patience the hard way,