If you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) for any length of time, you'll be aware that I sometimes write about trials in my life.
Well, one has come to an end! Praise God! Thank You, Lord!
What ended this week, began in the third (3rd) week of July. About 17 weeks ago!
It was during the heat of the summer.
I had been without air-conditioning in my home, because my 110 sleeve-style air-conditioner wasn't working, properly. It would run for a few minutes, then blow the breaker. Consequently, with the window and door shut, it became extra hot having to leave the unit off for the few minutes, before resetting the breaker. By the time I could restart the cooling, it barely begun before once again blowing the breaker.
Since the unit wasn't dripping any water outside onto the balcony area, my thoughts were that water was backing up into the unit and causing the breaker to blow. No one seemed to agree with me that possibly the unit had not been installed correctly. Not even our maintenance people, here in the building I live in.
Instead, I was told to replace the failing unit with a 220 air-conditioning unit.
So, I did. Our building maintenance crew removed the old 110 unit, and inserted the 220 unit I had purchased.
As needed, and at fairly steep expense, I had an extension cord made so that the new unit could be plugged into the electric baseboard heater, where there was a 220 plug available. The men told me it was too long a cord. Alas, I had to have another cord made; this time, much shorter.
Eureka! Cold air blew into my sauna-like apartment!
You can probably imagine how happy I was that I finally had some relief from the summer heat that was more extreme than normal. Thank You, Lord!
However, when the fellows did this work, they only set the new unit into the sleeve opening and stuffed insulation around it, as a temporary measure. They told me that since one of them would be on vacation, they would not be back for two to three (2-3) weeks.
Each time I requested to know when they would address the issue of properly installing the unit, I was put off. Then, after arriving home from hospital, I was told that they probably wouldn't do the work until October.
October came and went. As was November. Finally, the crew leader let me know they would address my issue.
They came and removed the previous sleeve installation that was much larger than the new replacement unit. A new box-style sleeve was made to fit the opening and my air-conditioning unit was re-installed.
This past Monday, November 26th, they returned to remove the old sleeve from my balcony. A wooden cover had been made and installed, so that my unit would be protected not just from the winter weather, but also from any concrete dust created from the grinding during balcony repairs beginning to take place on my side of the building.
Finally, the inside was addressed. A painted frame was installed around the inside part of the air-conditioner.
Hallelujah! Thank You, Jesus! Talk about an answer to prayer!
How long had I waited for this to be completed! How long had I lived with all my furniture removed from that area? How long had I lived in a war-like zone, with all that furniture stored, filling up every empty space in my living area?
It seemed like... forever! Well, okay... only 17 weeks.
During this time of stressful living, whenever I began to feel stressed looking and living in this war-zone I had to remind myself that everything happens in God's time. Not ours.
This brought to mind Ecclesiastes 3:1, "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:"
Yes, God's time is always perfect. While I am in imperfect person.
It was a humbling experience not being able to have friends come to visit, without having to have them move furniture around so they could sit with me. Not to mention having to explain to each and every nurse who came to treat my wound, why my apartment looked like a storage unit!
But, God is good. And, He loves me. Just as He loves you.
Until next time...
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