Our basement flooded for the second time on the weekend.  Just as we were thinking that is had all dried out and we could begin the process of "fixing up" and getting it back to some semblance of normal.  I had gone down to box up some "stuff" that my youngest daughter could have for her garage sale, things we were going to give to the GoodWill any way.  I noticed that some of the walls were showing signs of mold and I experienced a sinking feeling.  Rats.. we'd have to replace some of the wallboard after all.  When my husband went down to see what I saw he then noticed water coming in again.  He totally lost his cool.  Now this is a very stoic man, you know the strong and silent type so when he lost it, it was quite unnerving.  I also understood that it was not just this one thing but an acculmulation of so many stressors that he has been dealing with this past couple of years.  

Although it's true that it's just one more thing on our already full plates to cope with but, this time it's going to be the one thing that finally sets in motion a plan we've talked about for years.  Down-sizing.  We have way too much room filled with way to much stuff.  We need to simplify and now is the time....now, not in a year or two.  This recent challenge has solidified in both of us the need to take action instead of just "musing" about it.  

By down-sizing it will also allow my husband to follow through on something else he's talked about for the past couple of years, quitting his job and going to work as a consultant.  Leaving the comfort of a regular and healthy paycheck and doing what he enjoys. Without all the politics that come with corporate employment.  Scary yes, but it's also much healthier.  

So just as the world needed a flood and Noah's ach so too did we need a flood to get us off our "butts" and do something.  Funny how there are always blessings in challenges.  

This however also leaves me feeling like I'm standing on the verge of............ what I don't know.  It's a strange feeling, much different than when I'm feeling like I'm on the verge or edge of another depressive spiral, waiting for the other shoe to drop.  No this one feels like there is something.... just beyond my reach, that I am meant to do.  Or at least some direction I'm supposed to take.  I just can't see it yet.  In fact I don't have any kind of feelings of what it is waiting for me.....it's just ...well..... there.  

So although we now have a plan of action regarding the house and my husband is starting to take a serious look at his options, I'm just standing there.  No doubt God will reveal it to me when the time is right but still, I wonder.  It's not a "distrubing" feeling so I guess I could say that it's one of antiscipation (which is much better than the usual one of "worry").  I wonder and I wait and am starting to feel that things just might be turning around for us.   

"When you stand at the edge of the cliff, jump to fly, not to fall."

 Unknown Source 

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