WEEK 3 (Mar 3, 2018):
Wedding gift #ThankYou
We completed premarital counseling meeting #5. It turned out to be the final meeting. We graduated 3 weeks early because we are such a good match!
The fact that we’re 50 probably had something to do with it.
It was a hard week full of struggles, first-world struggles, but struggles nonetheless.
We went to battle.
Photo From a day at Disney (Pirates of the Caribbean)
My challenge this week included the beginnings of the arduous process of getting my maiden name changed to the new married one.
I found a website with a step-by-step article on how to do it. They recommended a service provider who would do it all for you. But I didn’t think after getting them all the information, their mailing the forms in for me was worth the $89. No one item is really too involved. It’s really more of a death of a thousand cuts.
So I started a list:
Concealed weapons permit
It went on from there.
So many things to do, but they all had to be done in a particular order, like building blocks of a pyramid, starting with the Social Security Administration.
God blessed me with having a Social Security customer service representative who was inspired by my story of finding love later in life.
Her thick Hispanic accent complimented her smile. “I have been single all these years and am also trusting God to bring me a husband.”
I offered to pray for her, and she accepted.
I was in and out in under an hour—there’s a blessing in and of itself!
All I had to do was wait for the new card in the mail.
Hurry up and wait.
On the home front, they finally started the roof repairs this week. Part of the garage roof at Dean’s house came off thanks to a tornado during the previous fall’s Hurricane Irma.
Dean took the steps ahead of time to get a structural engineer to draw up plans to rebuild trusses and design better tie-down methods. What he came up with exceeded current hurricane building codes.
But don’t mention the roof to Dean, because it’s still a source of contention with him.
It took the better part of six months to get the insurance check. He went through three adjustors/representatives and only got it finalized when he had the idea, (from God of course!) to contact the insurance company president via LinkedIn. He was on vacation in Europe, but still took time to get on his people.
Dean got a call within an hour telling him they would give him what he wanted.
Day One. March 6th. The men showed up and tore the old roof off with a fury.
Day Two. March 7th. The men disappeared. Nobody showed. (Crickets.)
I practiced active listening, like pastor taught us in PM counseling. I’m more like a man, and I want to solve the problem. But Dean just needed to vent. No doubt.
Jer 16:19—O Lord, my strength, and my fortress, and my refuge in the day of affliction (KJV)