The One Where I Sound Like Debbie Downer

**Please forgive me if I sound a little like Debbie this morning -- sometimes it feels good to do a little venting.**

Apparently last week was The Week For Everything To Break Down at our house.

1. Monday morning -- the computer. Push the power button and...nothing. So for the second time in roughly a month, I take it in to the Geek Squad, talk to the same guy, who tells me the same thing. "Blah blah blah something about your "motherboard" blah blah blah {insert a bunch of technical mumbo jumbo}." It'll be another 2-4 weeks before it's fixed. FAN-TASTIC.
   
   I hate to say it, but with all the trouble we've had with this computer, I think Macintosh might just have themselves a new customer. You know what they say -- "Once you go Mac you never go back." Which is much better than the HP slogan which is, "Once you go HP you will want to bang your head repeatedly against a hard brick wall or gouge your eyes out with a dull metal object,"...or something like that. Thank the Lord we bought the extended warranty, that's all I have to say!
   
   Anyway.
    
2. Then Tuesday afternoon -- the driver's side window on our car. Dave rolls it down and it decides it doesn't want to roll back up. We take it to our friendly auto mechanic who tells us he can fix it for somewhere in the neighborhood of  $500. Which is great because we've just got a big old pile of money stashed under the mattress that we've been waiting to put towards something like a car window instead of say, food or clothing for our child. Why couldn't the window have gotten stuck UP instead of DOWN?
    
3. And finally, Wednesday morning -- my hair dryer. Still blowing air but it's COLD. It only took me about an hour and a half to dry my hair. To some this may not seem like much of an issue, but I've been blessed with hair that has just enough wave to it that if I let it "air dry" it looks like a perm gone horribly, horribly wrong. So I guess it's time to break out the hair gel and do some "scrunching" until I can afford a new one. 

You know what though? As difficult as it is to accept, I have to remind myself that none of this comes as a surprise to God. Somehow it's all part of His plan for me. And it could be worse...so much worse.

I've been listening to a lot of Caedmon's Call lately and these words particularly caught my ear the other day:

Well this day's been crazy

But everything's happened on schedule

from the rain and the cold

To the drink that I spilled on my shirt

'Cause You knew how You'd save me

before I fell dead in the garden

And You knew this day

long before You made me out of dirt

He's not surprised. And He's still in control. I need to rest in that.

Hope I haven't spoiled your Monday for you :)