Day 193; Footnotes of For Every Dark Cloud

 The good news is that it took the financial guy all of thirty seconds to figure out what was going on.  He had filed my taxes before the president had signed that bill or what ever, not taxing ten thousand, two hundred dollars of unemployment payments. The letter I received had the numbers from the original filing. He’s working his magic and I’ll go pick up the paperwork to sign in the morning. 

I’ve mentioned…okay, whined about…this toothache from the depths of evil. It had been this nagging, occasionally throbbing, ache that was more annoying than painful. It has reached painful. I know I have no choice now but to try and find a dentist that will see me. Especially since I don’t have any sort of health insurance at all. If I can get seen, I fear what the cost is going to add up to being. Anyway, it may be a mute point. I had a friend, who doesn’t live in this state but close, say that a lot of dentists aren’t accepting those who have not had the shot for the virus. Since my son has had the virus and brought it in the house, I would not be surprised if I had it but was just asymptomatic. So I hadn’t worried about the shot, let others go ahead who are more at risk than I am. Now, if what I was told is true, I may be in serious trouble. We’ll see when I start making the calls.

 Even though my mouth has been aching all day, I did manage to get my squash, zucchini and tomatoes put up. I have grated zucchini that I’ll bag up for freezing tomorrow. I also went with my son to a different big box store in search of some new work boots for him. They didn’t have his size either, but I did remember to  get pet food. I also checked to find if they have the flavor of dog food my mom’s dog likes but we can’t get at our usual stop. They did and I took her enough to get her resupplied for a while. As we were pulling in our drive, the bottom fell out of a storm that had been making its approach known. By the time I got from the car around to the front porch I was more than a little damp, but in all honesty, it felt nice.

The storm managed to cool things down a good bit. When I took the dog food down to mom I found out that they had been out and worked on her well, but she still didn’t have water. She did, then didn’t, then did. So the guy has to come back out tomorrow and see what’s going on.

 My mother has made comments on how it seems that so much is going on around us all at the same time. Stuff wears out mom, but if it could spread out a bit more that would be nice. Mom and dad had trouble with their septic tank, then their well and now the well again. My sister in law had trouble with her well. I have all these crazy things going on here. But, we are reminded that this life will not be easy. We will be faced with struggles and hardships.

Becoming a Believer and Follower of Christ, giving your life to Him, does not stop that from happening. In fact, it often means that the struggles will be worse.

https://www.openbible.info/topics/struggle 

The thing is, the struggles we go through, the storms we endure, can and do make us stronger. It shows the strength of our belief, but it does more.  Coal under pressure becomes a diamond. Precious metals are purified by fire. We in early stages of our faith, are learning. As we learn, as we grow, we become stronger and more like Jesus. This means that even though it isn’t easy to face, the struggles are worthwhile and important. Who am I, to wish never to face a struggle?

https://www.openbible.info/topics/tough_times_make_us_stronger


  I know He is with me. I know He has plans for me. I know that this too, shall pass. For every dark cloud, there is a rainbow. Along with a good dentist willing to see me quickly.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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