If you’ve been hanging out here for a while, you’ll remember that we bought and renovated a house when I was 7 - 9 months pregnant. We love our home. We’ve been able to host families for meals, and overnight stays. We have enough storage for our stuff. We have a kitchen big enough for both of us. We have a huge yard. It’s been great.
One day in February, Jonathan went to put some tools in storage in our crawl space. He came up stairs with a stunned look on his face. “We have a lake under our house,” he announced.
We were shocked. The crawl space had been completely dry the entire time we were working on the house. It had been dry just months before when we were considering if it had the room to house a chest freezer. Now it was not just damp, it could have hosted cat fish.
And the back yard was a swamp land.
In the front yard, we dug a hole to plant an Azalea bush, and one shovel depth took us to water.
A week after rain, Jonathan tried to mow the grass, and go the mower stuck in the mud. He tried to pull it out with the truck, and got the truck stuck. The back 1/3 of our property was a quivering mass of mud with a layer of grass on it.
What was going on?
“This is what happens when you buy in a drought.” Jonathan said.
We called the city to come out and take a look, and they determined that we had a rain water management problem. We needed fill dirt, and re-grading, and French drains and swales and berms. They were helpful, but not hopeful. “The water table is really high right here.” the engineer announced, in a surprised tone. “you’ve got crawdad holes in your grass.” All in all, it was 1000’s of dollars of work they estimated that we would need. We didn’t have it. So we began to pray.
Now, I have a different tactic than Jonathan does. I tend to pray really big. Jonathan was praying, “Lord, provide money and inexpensive supplies.” I was praying “Lord, please let three or four dump trucks full of top soil and sand break down in our neighborhood and need somewhere to dump their loads.” Hey, if He could do it for George Muller . . .
Last week I came home from school to find major construction on our street. There are only 5 houses on our little dead end road, but the city had broken out the big signs and everything. Standing in my yard was a HUGE six foot yellow diamond reading “Caution: Men at Work.” Behind it were 2 guys sitting on a pile of rubble.
I parked, grabbed my mac and sauntered over to them.
“Hey guys. Watcha working on?” I asked.
They blinked for a few seconds and then responded, “A water main was broken under your street.”
“Oh really? How long was it broken?” I asked.
“Several months.” They answered.
“Hmm. Could that maybe be the cause of the swamp in my back yard?” I asked. They were quick to disavow any responsibility for any issues that may have taken place anywhere other than city property.
But guess what? The water main is now fixed, and on Saturday, Jonathan mowed our back grass. Our crawl space is now dry(ing). We had rain this weekend, and our yard is dryer than it was last week with no rain.
So we didn’t get our dump trucks, but we SURE got our miracle! Praise the Lord for his mercies!
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