Not my typical love poem, not my typical love

A bathroom is being renovated in my house. Our carpenter, my brother, thought it was going to be a small task but then the mud bed was discovered cracked, and under the sheet rock were rotten boards. It was discouraging and soon put us way over budget. My brother-in-law and a friend helped out as they could, but they are mechanics, not house builders.  My brother had to leave for college and entrust the task to other, busy carpenters. He had to let it be. He had to let go of the renovating responsibility. It was hard for him to accept that we didn't mind that he leave. We were going to be fine. The bathroom will be finished when it is finished, and it will be beautiful and new and more useful.   Let it be. Yes, it needs fixing. But it's not urgent. Trust others to help. It will be beautiful, one cut tile at a time.

This week I feel like a little snail who has lost her shell. But I'm a snail in God's hands.

Thank you all so so very much for all of the wonderful comments and kind words. I am so very grateful. I woke this morning to so many emails.. i actually thought my Mum had finally managed to use the email account i had set up for her and had sent me some messages :o)
but no .. haha bless her heart.. :o)

So.... again.. thank you thank you all forever, for all the hearts and all the love..
i feel it ***

"To you, O Lord, I lift up my soul. O my God, in you I trust.
  The friendship of the Lord is for those who fear him, and he makes known to them his covenant." Psalm 25