The dishwasher breaks.
I put off buying a new one.
Our kitchen linoleum floor needs to be replaced. I pick out pretty tile that looks like old wooden floors.
A few days later my husband and I uncover solid oak floors in my childhood home, a home that was set to be torn down a few months ago.
He thinks we can use them if I want them.
The wooden pieces are 3/4 inch thick… thicker than the linoleum. A different size dishwasher will be needed in order for the floor to fit.
Why did I wait for weeks to shop for a dishwasher? The oak floors of my childhood have been there waiting for years…how does it happen that we get to use them now? How did it happen that we put off the demolition of the house all this time?
My daughter comes home from college for the weekend as a last minute decision.
While here, her dad checks the oil in her car.
Nothing registers on the dipstick.
After pouring in two quarts of oil, the level rises, but it is still low.
A faulty oil filter is to blame.
Much more travel and the car’s engine might have been ruined.
Why did she decide to come home, and why did he choose to check her oil at that particular time?
So many blessings of an ordinary life. That’s what I’m praising today.