When the AC broke....

Our air conditioner stopped working this past weekend.....

The temperatures on Saturday afternoon were in the upper 80s with high humidity and my body was sweating just sitting at the kitchen table.

We called the repairman....

They were flooded with calls and would be able to come on Monday morning. We would have to wait it out....

Every single fan in the house was discovered and plugged in. The upstairs bedrooms were the most uncomfortable since our little 1 1/2 story 1950s house has many small spaces up there that trap the heat within the walls.

And then, we endured....

We ate a lot of freezies....we brought a cold container of water upstairs to soak my daughter's feet in. We put cold rags on the fan to blow refreshing air on us. We spent time in the basement where it was a few degrees cooler.

I prayed alot that day....

My patience was minimal because my body was unhappy so I asked God to help me control my tongue so I won't snap at my kids. My brain was trying to blame my husband for breaking the AC unit so I prayed for a sound mind to let those thoughts go and be thankful for his hard working hands. My heart was fighting for hope that cooler temperatures would really come the next day so I prayed for faith to trust that God would really bring the rain that the forecast predicted.

It is a strange experience when you finally get to the acceptance stage of an uncomfortable situation. A sense of peace that while this is not enjoyable, you need to get through it....one hour at a time.

Then it was time for bed.

Our thermostat said 82 degrees and the thick air surrounded us all....

Trying to rest when the environment all around you is hot and sticky is very difficult. Your body cannot get comfortable...your mind screams in protest...

"I just want to sleep mommy"....

my little one cried out as she struggled at bedtime. 

"I know sweetie...this isn't fun but tomorrow it will be better."

It had been a long time since I was at the mercy of the elements....I had to admit that God was in control and not me.  

I was no longer closed up in my safe little house 
with everything I needed to feel comfortable....

No, I had all the windows WIDE open....hoping that once the sun went down at 10pm, the cooler air would slowly start to creep in and bring the temperature down in our home. The open windows reflected my open hands for God to do something on our behalf...

"Please God...bring the cooler air and relief. We need you!"

I did not fall asleep until 2:30am....
and that was only after I prayed in exhaustion for God to give me rest....

When my youngest daughter tapped me on the arm at 6:30am that morning....I could hear something beautiful that soothed my soul.

Raindrops....soft drips of water falling from a grey, cool sky outside.

Oh, I have never been so happy for rain in all my life! 

The cool, lake breeze was pouring into every single window bringing with it refreshment and hope!!

The thermostat now said 75 degrees and the cool air blowing in from the window fans was completely glorious! 

It was interesting that the pace of the morning seemed totally different with the fresh air filling our home. We were all slower and enjoying the sound of the raindrops. The pull to jump on our phones or turn on the TV was not there.

Just Be.....that was what the rain seemed to sing on that glorious Sunday morning. Be still and breathe....everything is going to be okay.