It is solved and here is how it went down.
At around 7 o'clock after hitting the snooze bar and trying to get a few more zzz's, Trevor and I were jarred out of bed by a lot of banging. I thought Mike was having a fight with his electric razor in the bathroom.
Nope it was the "plumber". I use this term loosely because he is not a licensed plumber from a company that specializes in plumbing. He is an older gentlemen that seems to have nothing better to do than wake up a family at 7 on a Sunday morning.
When I went to open the door he stuck the plug of an extension cord in my face and said, "Find a place to plug this in, will ya?" What?? No good morning??? I was still trying to figure out what he was doing here when he clearly said on Thursday he would be back Monday or Tuesday. Maybe he was feeling guilty about leaving a family of 5 in the lurch on a holiday weekend with them having to resort to drastic measures (revert back to link at top of post:~)
He proceeded to climb under the house with all his tools and start sawing and hacking away. We proceeded to try and get ready for church the best way we could without the aid of a shower. We were ready in record time but the plumber was clearly not in any hurry to be done. We sat in the living room~all 5 of us~ watching CBS Sunday morning and keeping an eye on the clock that was inching closer and closer to Sunday School time.
Finally we knew we weren't going to make Sunday School we set our sights on the 10 o'clock start for worship. I convinced Mike that we could either miss church all together or one of us could go and take the kids. He was a trooper and headed to church.
I sucked up my disappointment and ate some ice cream as a consolation prize while waiting on the plumber to finish. He came in about 15 minutes later and said, "I'm done. Sorry I left you a mess." I, unaware of exactly how big a mess he was talking about, said, "Oh that's okay!!"
Yeah~all was good until I went in the bathroom and OH! MY! WORD! Changed out of my church clothes, got out the cleaners, went and got the mop and bucket, and the IPOD!! Me and Jesus met right there in the bathroom while on my hand and knees on the floor scrubbing that NASTY tub.
It was sweet. It was uplifting. It was just what I needed.
It doesn't matter where you meet with Him, just do it. You won't be disappointed. He'll show up every time!!!