Read this one for a laugh...

Ok. Get ready, because this will be the blog where you think I need some kinda of medication for MPD (multiple personality disorder). I know my blog is new, but obviously, I've spent a good deal of time talking about faithfulness and God's blessings, right? And I BELIEVE the things I talk about. So... Yeah...

I felt that God was urging me to start this blog from the get-go, which is why the URL is "livingforgodinbama" instead of my usual references to type 1 diabetes, mommyhood, gymnastics, etc. So, I'm happily blogging away on Friday, talking about awesome our Heavenly Father is, how He meets our needs, and how it's truly an adventure relying on faith... When the mail comes.

Yay! Bills! My favorite! (Just in case my sarcasm isn't dripping down your monitor, be assured I'm being obnoxious) But, in this case it was OK, because I'd JUST paid almost everything online. I'm too scatterbrained to buy stamps and actually get things mailed out, so I make all of the payments online. I saw a letter from our mortgage company which I ASSUMED was just our monthly statement. No problem, right? I'd just paid the house note... I cracked it open anyways and...

Omigosh...

My jaw hit the floor...

It was a bill for $3300.00. For lender-placed wind/hail coverage on our house. Because, apparently, the insurance that's been on the house for the past TEN DANG YEARS is no longer sufficient? I dunno. Can they even DO that?? Of course they can! Why? Who knows... Probably because it's not like I can fight back.

I immediately grabbed my cell phone and called my ALFA guy... Who is conveniently out of the office. OK, OK... It's July 3rd... Most people used the 3rd as their Independence Day since the actual holiday so rudely fell on a weekend when they couldn't capitalize on a holiday from work(I say this grouchily as my hubby CERTAINLY didn't get the day off!).

So, I called Bank of America to ask if there had been a mistake. The lady I talked to was unsure, but that "due to the recent catastrophic events in the area..." Yadda yadda yadda "...we DO require more home owners insurance for homes still being paid off." In her defense, she was fairly helpful as she offered to contact ALFA to see if our current policy was sufficient for the coastal area. I told her that the office was closed and that I'd be in touch with both ALFA and BoA on Monday.

Then, I sat here and cried. No, wait... That's giving me too much credit. I called my husband SOBBING like a baby and ranting that here we are trying to do what God wants us to... That we're being faithful... And what the HECK is God thinking??? (In my defense, I AM 7 months pregnant and happily blame most of the drama on my hormones... And if you know me and disagree-- HUSH! I didn't ask you, did I?)

Then, I fired off an email to our Sunday School teacher out of sheer frustration. She KNOWS we're fighting to be faithful and is one of the most encouraging women I've ever met. But, I also knew that I was ranting out of sheer frustration with God, so I kinda felt guilty sending it. I mean, here is this wonderfully faithful woman-- who's had to deal with plenty of financial adversity-- and I'm having a flat out temper tantrum about God. She didn't disappoint... She was understanding and didn't even call me a crybaby, although surely the term must've entered her mind. LOL

But, now... I've had time to cool down. And to think about it. And, oddly enough, to read back over what I've written so far. And God got me. Who am I to whine and moan at God? He gives us everything, right? He only asks for a tenth of it in return... What a generous God we serve!

Am I still stressed? Sure! I'm not gonna lie. But, am I PANICKING and looking for a bankruptcy lawyer? Nah. God is in control and I'm just going to have to accept that. I might not even understand his plan... But, it's His and I'm sure it's better than anything I could come up with!

This morning in Sunday School, I mentioned that even though we possibly have a bill for over $3000, I still had our family's tithe check written out and that sucker was going into the offering plate! John, the husband of the teacher I mentioned previously, laughed and labeled that "determined faith."

And you know what? That's a label I'm kinda proud to have!