That Tuesday in June of 2020 was going to be very exciting!
Day Two of the new flooring installation was going to happen and transform the look of our house into something that people could enter and not look with appropriate disgust upon the broken tiles and stained carpets with that funky scent that only 43 year old carpets get after having been trampled by countless dirty children, incontinent pets and clumsy adults. It would actually look like a home and not smell like a truck stop bathroom!
At work that day, I followed up with some key opportunities that were coming along, albeit slowly, in this new Covid-19 world. This year would be tough, even bad, but next year was looking great!
So, at 10:30 in the morning, my wife texts me to let me know that even though yesterday’s installation of flooring in the center portion of the house went off without a hitch, the rest of the flooring could not be installed because the there were areas on the subfloor that we rotted and some that were wet. After the carpet had been pulled up and removed, the subfloor was damp throughout, meaning that we had a bigger problem going on under the house… in the crawl space.
This was going to delay the installation until the root cause could be determined and solved. So, we now have unfinished plywood floors through most of the first floor. Preliminary discussions with people who know about such things, advised that remediation would probably run in the area of $5,000.
We had been saving for over three years to be able to update the floors, the kitchen and eventually, the cement work in front of the house. And now, it began to look like the flooring would the only thing we could do and maybe not even that.
At 4:15pm, the owner of the company I worked for called me to his office. When I arrived, I thought he was going to ask me about the new accounts we were developing. Instead, he told me that he had to let me go. I was devastated. Times are hard, cash flow is poor, and costs have to be cut and I was expensive. Since I had been working to empower my team, they were up to speed on everything and could go on without me.
So, in summary, no new flooring – in fact it was worse than before, more house repair expenses than we cannot afford, and my income stream just dried up. So, all in all, a bad day. A really bad day.
All of this to say just one clear thing: at the end of the day (literally and figuratively), God is on His Throne, Jesus still died for my sins, my wife, kids, family and friends still love me.
Isn’t that really what’s important?
Money isn’t everything but it is helpful.
God IS Everything and ALWAYS helps.
Romans 8:18 says, “I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us.”
AND
Romans 8:28 says, “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose.”
So, this means that God has a purpose for “the worst day ever” and I just have to have faith that He has a plan greater than what I can see right now.
This is what I believe.
This is what I know.
This is what I know will happen.
Something good.
Something better than what I can imagine.
Something that God already has planned for me.