Our basement flooded

Our basement flooded this afternoon. It was the worst one we've ever had as a family-ever. The whole floor was covered  and every object some (special some not) in the path soaking in H2O. And the water smelled N-A-S-T-Y.  It was so bad it merited calling Fred home from work to rescue us all.

Guess what?

It was the best part of my day today. And NO, I don't mean because everything else was so awful. It was the best part because it was a real problem; not one of the imagined ones that I  play through my mind a gazillion times most days wondering if I'll be able to handle it, fix it, or endure it. It was concrete.In those imagined scenarios I usually fail miserably and scare myself into more worry in the process and convince myself of how terrible, and awful everything will likely wind up being.

But in this real life flood here is what I actually found out:

• All of my kids pulled together.

•  They all had something to do and were willing to help, no matter their size.

•  They are smart and ingenious in their solutions, much like their father.

• They stick with it to the bitter end, and they don't make a fuss over difficult situations.

• They will sacrifice small things easily for the sake of each other.

• I have an immensely talented husband who can fix anything.

• He must really love our children to fix so many things for so long.

• He didn't complain even once.

• Even though I couldn't do much to fix it, he was happy I just stayed and talked to him while he did.

• I'm pretty sure the last one means he must really love me.

Who would have thought we could learn so much from a flood? God is good. All. The. Time.