A Peering Situation

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Yesterday, my husband and I visited our “soon-to-be-house” once again. We are clinging to the heart of this home more and more as we walk along its trusses and concrete love.

As we made our way through the 2 by 4 lined rooms we came across the guest bath. We peeked at our bathtub and spotted a conniving concern...a hole in the fiberglass.

So, we conspired a plan to email our grievance to the builder. We left our future home and enjoyed the rest of our evening. The delicate dusk included an intimate table at a quaint restaurant called Spahr’s in Downtown Thibodaux.

I told my husband amidst the Cajun cuisine, “I’ve learned to leave every little to big thing to God. I’m learning to pray over everything in life.”

I emailed the builder about the hole in the bathtub this morning. As the email was sending, I asked God to touch my words with a softness.

I immediately got a response, “The builder already noticed the crack and is replacing the bathtub today.”

If we prayed over everything single tid-bit to massive matter, anxiety would dissipate and resolve just like our peering situation.

Prayer can calm your heart and tame your mind.

Pray without ceasing.

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