God Answers Prayers

God answered my prayer.

 Bruno slept soundly through the night.  He slept so soundly he actually overslept.

 His tummy stood firm.  Mid morning, he stirred, asked to be walked and performed all potty without any drama.  (Thank you, God!)

On the other hand, I awoke with a gnawing pain in my mouth at 3am.  I tossed, I turned.  I pleaded with the pain to go away.  Finally I googled, toothache.

3am becomes 4am, 4am segues into 5am.  5am in London is 1pm in Singapore.  During his lunch break, he prescribes a double dose of X, along with a single dose of Y.

I am in utter misery and much denial.  The pain is like an omnipresent dark cloud engulfing me.

I try taking some medication.  But the size of a single tablet creates an instant gag reflex.  At 11am, I surrender to toothache and start looking for a dentist within walking distance.

I have a dreaded appointment tomorrow.  At the eleventh hour, I am grateful daycare is able to help with Bruno, and very grateful Bruno's tummy is still doing fine.

I am scared.

I think God is also trying to say something.  I 'm not sure what He is saying.  Maybe I am not listening hard enough.

You see, tomorrow is also the day I had planned to head out to Surrey.

I was going to look at this midcentury house.  At 1600 sq ft, it is just the right size for me and my little family.

I saw the floor plans online.  It was as if someone had delved into Jon's and my imagination, and half a century ago, fleshed out, the house we sometimes dream of building.

So wonderfully simple, and so sensitive to the gradation of land and natural surrounds!  Be still my thumping heart and be gone, be gone my throbbing toothache!  

The garden leads to the edge of protected woodlands...

(I can't even relax my jaw to allow it to drop in wonder!)

 My (imaginary) pet horse could feasibly live out here.  I could even have that imaginary pig, and there will be space for a pack of dogs again.

I feel I know this house.  It has been sketched time and time again in my imagination.  The bathroom is even clad in the exact same tiles I've always drawn.

Open house is tomorrow, and I have to be strapped to a dentist chair instead!

Maybe God is saying, calm down, Tammy, take care of the internal (cavity/broken bits/decay) before you go off on another mad expedition.  Maybe God is saying, not this time.  Maybe God is saying, honestly can you manage all that land and do you know what a bitch windows are to clean.

Ok, God.  I hear You.  Jehovah Jireh, my Provider.

For I believe, someday, somehow, my imagination, will find me.

* All photographs of this house were found on The Modern House