Our own little miracle

I have been thinking about Elder Eyring's talk this past conference. I love that he kept a journal of little moments when he felt Heavenly Father's hand in his and his family's life. Well, I can not pass this moment with out noting my own little miracle this week. As you all know we are moving to the Gould's house. I have been excited, stressed, and hard working to make it all happen. The house has not been lived in for over a year, so there were some minor things to take care of before we could move there. The gas stove needed to be installed, the old one was stolen. A leaky toilet needed to be fixed. A new sliding glass door in the back had to be replaced because Chuck Gould, our landlord and gardener, shattered the last one with his high powered weed eater. The whole place needed a good cleaning. A lizard had to be caught. Callie found it, my friend Erin caught it and let it go out back. The walls needed to be painted, and the carpet needed to be replaced. Cameron has absolutely no time to help with any of this. In fact, dedicating one day to move the furniture over stresses him out more than enough. So in order to make this move happen for my family, I have had to do all of the work. All the switching of the bills, meeting with contractors, picking colors, cleaning, and moving all the little things, etc. Though hectic, all has seemed to work out relatively smoothly. Last week, we ran into a slight glitch in our plans. Home Depot had promised that the carpet would be installed by the 27th of this month, but only to find out that the color we picked was on back order until November 2nd. This meant that the carpet would probably not get here until the middle of November. Yikes, our moving in weekend was scheduled the 27th. The last weekend available before our lease was up. So this meant, we either move in part way (just the bare minimum), and live on yucky carpet, or we move in everything and pay $35 per room to have them move it to install the carpet, or we move everything twice ourselves. None of the options seemed easy. I was stressing about them all, not wanting to inconvenience my husband, family, self etc. So I prayed that the carpet would some how get here on time. Well, guess what, it did. The carpet installers called Wednesday night and asked to schedule the install on Thursday and Friday. What a miracle to me. Such a small thing and it has made my life so much easier. The installers actually finished Thursday around 6:00. The painter will finish the job on Friday. We move in Saturday morning. Wahoo, we are in a house.




Upon seeing the new carpet, Callie jumped around the room and did forward rolls. Then she told me as we went in each room, "Oh mom, it is beautiful!" I think this was a miracle to her also.