Luck of the Irish or Murphy's Law?

This morning I was abruptly awakened to Derek's attempt to get our furnace up and running. Our furnace has been acting up for two winters now. Last year wasn't so bad, it was just annoying. Derek thought it was a glitch in the thermostat until this year. We have had someone out to work on our furnace almost monthly this winter. This morning was slightly different than the other times and more frightening too.

Usually our furnace just won't turn on, so we have to reset it. This year our furnace pumps too much oil into the fire box and then when the furnace ignites it sends the horrible smelling fuel fumes throughout our house. Last night however, the pump kept pumping fuel and the fire box never ignited. So when Derek went to start the furnace this morning it made this awful chugging noise. (It was shaking the walls- I know that's not saying much because we live in a trailer-but it was still nerve racking)

After turning off the furnace, a fire was still ignited in the firebox because of all the oil residue in the box. There was oil on the outside of our furnace this time too, that's what made me nervous. When Derek called our oil company at 6:00 am this morning they said the fire would stay contained in the box, my question was, if the fire stays contained, how does the oil get on the outside? So the fire stayed lit in the firebox for over 30 minutes. Black smoke rolling out of our chimney.

The good news, the fire finally snuffed out, our repair man came and replaced the pump and sprayed some awesome odor eliminating spray into our blower fan so that it filled our house with a pleasant smell rather than heating oil fumes. The bad news, our furnace control module is on it's way out.

More good news, spring is coming!  The relief-- we will be buying a new furnace, switching from oil (because we are now required to by the mobile home park) to propane and getting central air! I'm excited but hesitant as I know it won't be free. But I know it will calm my worries about my family's safety and comfort.

Some more good, I found my camera that has been missing for a week, where I left it, in my dress coat pocket (that shows you how much I wear that thing!), our projects for the wedding are coming along smoothly, we meet with our DJ tonight and Cake Baker on Sunday.

The not so good, I accidently deleted all the pictures off of Derek's camera last night by accident. It wouldn't have been so bad because all the pictures were already downloaded on the computer EXCEPT the ones I took last weekend of my youngest holding my great nephew with her sister and my sisters dog all curled up together! (I guess it calls for a picture re-do!) Such as life. I have the memory.

Looking forward to a smoother downhill ride to the day. AND I'm hoping when I lose the Murphy name the Law goes with it! :)

So Full

Derek and I went to Chapel service with my girls this morning at MHS. I will be honest that I grumble and mumble about how annoying it is to have to pick my girls up on a Saturday and drive an hour home, have them spend the night and have to drive them an hour back to Hershey on Sunday morning to go to chapel with them and then turn around and drive back home for 4-5 hours before we have to drive back to Hershey by 5:00 pm to drop them back off at the student home because it's mandatory on this weekend to take them to chapel and it's always mandatory to take them back to the student home by 5:00 pm on Sundays.

But whenn we get there, I feel blessed. I have an overwhelming feeling flood my body and my heart feels full. Today my heart felt especially full. I don't know if it was because we were about to worship the Almighty, or the fact that they had elementary students reading scriptures and leading us in prayer, or the fact that my fiance was there supporting US, that we are about to officially become a family in two months, we sang Amazing Grace and it brought tears to my eyes. There was a soloist (an MHS student- HS Division) sing "Held" by Natalie Grant. The question was asked today... "Who do you serve?"  I will be frank, I have never fully served God, but it's something I want to do. I just don't always know how, and sometimes I feel out of place, awkward or ignorant to His work.

I wasn't raised going to church. We didn't really speak of God. Except for the not-so-nice Oh my (fill in the blank). I believe in Him, but I know I don't always serve Him. But either way, I know when I walk into His house of worship, any of them, I feel full, I feel an overwhelming sensation come over my body, it makes me feel whole, it fills my eyes with tears. I know that when Derek and I bring the girls home, I'd really like to find a church that we all feel comfortable in and go. We may not go every Sunday, but I'd still like to have that "extended family", that place where we can go to honor our creator.