So cliche...

Yes, I know.  Last week I posted almost every day, and this week I've only managed to post once--well, twice, if you count this one.  Believe me, it is not from a lack of material.  And I do find it a bit ironic that there will actually be MORE activity on this blog when I'm gone than now when I'm home... but that's another story.  Stay tuned for more information.  (Don't ya just love how I leave you hanging sometimes?  ;-) )

Anyway, back to the topic at hand.  Over Lamb's spring break, our family took a little daytrip, and at the end we had dinner with some friends we hadn't seen in a while.  The husband of this family has been on multiple missions trips and was asking me about my Mozambique mission (11 days away now!!!).  During the course of the conversation, he stressed to me how important it is to have prayer support--but, he added, not just DURING the trip.  He encouraged me to ask people to pray for me and my family both before and after the trip as well, because the Enemy will attack any attempts he see to further God's kingdom.

I thought that was great advice, and I have been very appreciative of the prayer support I know we are getting.  But I also have been thinking that things really seem to be going pretty well--no attacks, no major blowups, just the standard nerves that I had expected.

But friends... this week has just been... hard.  I'm not going to go into it all here, but... it's been a hard week.  Every time we turn around, something else happens.  And then tonight... well, I think I have told you all before that I am not a fan of cliches.  But tonight we got a very literal feel for the phrase "When it rains, it pours."

It's been a wet spring here as it is.  April was the rainiest one on record for our area, and May hasn't been much dryer.  We finally got a few nice days this week, but today we had some showers off and on again... until about 4:00, when the skies just absolutely opened up and it STORMED.

In the meantime, my dear Mr. Fantastic has had a rough day (the perfect ending to a crummy week), and he decided to stay late at the office to try to catch up on a few things.  My parents had the boys (I don't think I've mentioned this on here, but I have started working for my hubby on Fridays now, so my mom and dad are keeping the boys while Lamb is at school.), so when Lamb got home we went out and decided to stay for the evening.  Around 5:00, he called to tell me that one of our properties was flooded and he was heading out to check on things.  He sounded so... defeated, I almost cried.  He asked me to pray for him, and I did.  Less than 10 minutes later, my mother-in-law (who also works for our company) called and asked if I knew where my husband was.  I told her, and she told me that she was trying to get in touch with him to tell him that another of our properties is flooded as well.  Apparently he wasn't answering his cell phone.  I told her I would let him know if I talked to him first.

The kids and I left my parents' house around 6:30 so that I could get everyone to bed at a decent time, and I decided to call Mr. Fantastic on the way home to see how he was doing.  I asked him what he was up to, and he said that he was currently in the crawl space in another of our properties that is flooded.

Really, Lord?  Three?  Tonight?

When it rains, it pours.  And when it pours, it floods.  And when it floods, people drown.  I feel like I'm drowning, friends.

This too shall pass...

Right?