When I first started the process of getting licensed to
become a foster parent I learned about the window. South Carolina law says that
the window opening in the foster kid’s bedroom has to be a certain size. I
learned right away that my window was too small by a couple inches, and it would
have to be replaced by an egress window. So in June I contacted a couple places
and got estimates for a replacement window.
Being new to home ownership and the joys of “fixing” things (like
a perfectly good window), I blithely entered the process thinking that in about
a month (Julyish) I would have this item checked of the list.
After a couple delays the window was ordered and set to
arrive in Greenville the first week of August. Surely, the job would quickly be
finished. The man who came to install my
shiny new window took one look at the current window and informed me that there
was absolutely no way the window he brought would be able to fit. That’s right.
The custom made and carefully ordered window was about two inches too
wide. And so a new window was ordered.
Last Wednesday I happily received a call saying the second
window had arrived and we arranged to have it installed the very next day. Full
of hope I rushed home from school ready to welcome the window installers and
finally have the job finished. Unhappily, I received a phone call saying the
installer had a family issue come up and would not be able to come. And so I
rescheduled.
Yesterday (Tuesday) I once again rushed home still
optimistically believing that I would finally have a new window in a short
time. An hour after the time for the installation to take place had passed, the installer
called and asked if the window was at my house. (Yes! This really happened.) I
informed him that there was no window here at my house. “Well, they are looking
for it” he told me. Twenty minutes later he called to let me know they had
found it. Long story short….we rescheduled for the next morning.
My wonderful and supportive parents agreed to come
to my house Wednesday morning to let the installer in. It was finally really
going to happen. The window was here and ready to go in. The installer was here
and ready to do the job. What could possibly go wrong?
While my kids were in Spanish class I quickly checked my
phone and saw a message from mom. This could be good or bad news because my mom
ALWAYS leaves a message. Even if her message is only to say she called, there
is a message. At this point my optimistic and positive attitude was quite shaken
and I had very little hope that it would be actual good news. The friendly
installer was not able to install the window because my wall is full of yellow
jackets. That’s right. Bees. Lots and lots of bees.
So now, at 9:30 in the evening, when the weak eyed and
hopefully sleepy yellow jackets are resting peacefully in my wall, my dad is
getting ready to go to war for me. He has drilled a hole (well more like five
holes) into my beautiful new green paint. And now he is working on spraying some
kind of death spray into the wall.
Will it work? Maybe. Maybe not. I might be calling my pest
guys tomorrow and spending more money than I want to on bee removal. How do I
keep my sanity in the midst of it? When my plan is shattered and nothing has
worked out like I expected, what do I do?
I REMEMBER His truths and His
promises. I remember that it is not really my timeline. It is His. It’s not
really my house. It is His. It is not my money. It all belongs to Him. It is
not about me. It is about Him. My desire is that He would be more and I would
be less. And my purpose is for HIM to be glorified.
So I take a deep breath. And I ask for a little more grace and
a little more faith, and a little more understanding of who He is. And I know
the window will be installed in His perfect timing.
Psalm
31:14-15(NASB)
14 But as for me, I trust in You, O Lord,
I say, “You are my God.”
15 My times are
in Your hand;
Deliver me from the hand of my enemies and from those who persecute me.
Psalm
46:10 (NASB)
10 “Cease striving and know
that I am God;
I will be exalted among the [b]nations, I will be exalted in the
earth.”
When I first started the process of getting licensed to
become a foster parent I learned about the window. South Carolina law says that
the window opening in the foster kid’s bedroom has to be a certain size. I
learned right away that my window was too small by a couple inches, and it would
have to be replaced by an egress window. So in June I contacted a couple places
and got estimates for a replacement window. 
So now, at 9:30 in the evening, when the weak eyed and
hopefully sleepy yellow jackets are resting peacefully in my wall, my dad is
getting ready to go to war for me. He has drilled a hole (well more like five
holes) into my beautiful new green paint. And now he is working on spraying some
kind of death spray into the wall. 
