Last week was like a Mazda commercial at the Repenning house. All we did was “zoom zoom” from here to there. I was in Loveland all week for a conference on none other than Lactation, and Billy kept the crazy train moving from point A to point B here at the house. He didn’t forget one single kid all week, and I learned how to help mothers breast feed their babies. Maybe this simple equation will help you understand our week just a little more: Breast milk + everyone made it to school/home = win. Not that you asked.
Life is hard! Am I right? There are days when you are just grateful you all made it home safe and sound and have a bed to fall into. By Friday night we were all drained. Come on, 40 hours of learning about lactation? You have no idea how many videos of the “perfect latch” I watched. So on Friday night all I wanted to do was crash. This was all a pipedream, crushed by none other than Billy, who I lovingly refer to as my “dream crusher” when he makes grand announcements about broken appliances. We were all sitting around the dinner table with various fast food, as the fridge was empty, and Billy declared, “the dishwasher is broken”.
Considering we paid $50 bucks for the thing 8 years ago, I’d say she had a good run. Instead of doing my normal “Lisa freaks out”, I calmly announced we could buy a new one with all my “extra” lactation class money. Isn’t that just how things work? You make a few extra bucks and something breaks, like a dishwasher or someone’s leg. I’d planned on using that money for food, but was grateful to have it to buy something we needed right then and there!
Billy and Faith headed to Home Depot, I went to get groceries for my empty fridge. I shopped with a purpose—to get home before 10 pm. By the time I arrived at the cereal aisle, Billy’s texts were blowing up my phone. All our appliances are white and there was only one option. To make matters worse, he mentioned it was not the right dimensions to fit in our kitchen. Billy started to wonder if we should get a stainless steel one. I texted back to say wait until we all got home again and could look on line, and that making a decision for a dishwasher at the end of a long week was starting to seem unwise. He agreed, packed it up and they headed home to help me unload a full trunk of food.
As I pulled into the garage, Faith called me from Billy’s phone. She said, “Mom, dad wanted me to tell you he’ll be home in a minute to help with the groceries, but he found a dishwasher on the curb at the neighbors and they are giving it away. He’s loading it in the car right now.” I laughed out loud. Faith added, “This could be a God one”.
By Saturday afternoon, our “new”, not to mention, WHITE, dishwasher was up and running. Billy, the life long learner of the family, used the opportunity to help the boys learn to install an appliance, and I sat on the deck in the sun smiling from ear to ear. I mean, come on, a free dishwasher, on the curb at 9:30 on a Friday night that happens to fit perfectly in our odd shaped counter hole, and it is the RIGHT color to boot.
People, do you get this? Do you believe God cares about the details? Do you see that even our dumb little problems matter to the God of this universe? And if He actually cares about a dishwasher, don’t you think he cares about the state of our world, our nation, our government, and how we live and act? God is bigger than this election. He is not sitting up on His throne ignorant to the crap we are all appalled by. He sees it too. He is not surprised by one thing. He may seem distant, but you guys, He cares. I wonder if God ever wishes He could just fix it all, the mess our country is in, just like He did with our dishwasher. I’d love a happy ending, but I don’t think on November 9th, 2016, we will all wake up breathing a huge sigh of relief. We will not dodge any bullets. One of them will win, and no matter what God is still God.
Voting is a privilege and our responsibility as citizens of this country. I will vote, but the sense of pride I have had in other elections will be absent this time. What I cling to more is the sense of conviction I have in something bigger than an election in the USA. God has a plan and a purpose, for you and for me. The future is His, not the next president of our nation. I would be a liar if I said I wasn’t afraid for the future and for our children, but I serve a God that reminds me He cares about our lives, right down to a broken dishwasher. What a beautiful gift to get, a daily reminder that God cares about my minutiae. Thank You God! You are a good, good Father!