I’ve been silent lately because truly words have fallen short.
My last post was on Jan. 26. Two days before that was when my pipe burst…20 days ago. For 20 days, THE121 has sat dry. Here in the mountains of Pennsylvania, the winter has been BRUTAL. Temps well below average including multiple days of negatives…
I sat with some friends last week with tears streaming down my face.
I. Am. Tired.
Literal survival mode had taken its toll.
The next morning a text came through from a good friend.
A warm house, family away. Come.
I took the gift.
Gratitude.
So I’ve been able to rest this week away. To regain my strength.
Please pray with me as friends come on Saturday with the hopes of fixing the broken pipe in warmer temperatures.
During the sitting with friends, our task was to write a name of God and pray around that name for our situation.
The name I wrote down was
El Roi
The God who sees.
He has indeed seen me. My distress. My discomfort. My cries.
He has seen me. I have seen Him.
Such a loving and gracious Father in the midst of one of the hardest times at THE121.
Tucked in tight enjoying the gift of a warm home with water 💧.
Saturday morning I woke up to start my generator (like always) and NOTHING. No start.
No start =‘s no power (off grid living).
I phoned my amazing neighbor who suggested I bring it inside to let it warm up.
I hauled my 100+ pound generator from the back 40, up my stairs and into THE121.
After a conversation with the Lord, I hauled the generator back down the stairs, back to its outside dwelling and sure enough…she started!
I had been wanting to make a shelter for the generator for some time and figured with the storm coming, Saturday was THE DAY.
I have a friend who says “before you go shopping for supplies, shop at home first.” Brilliant quote.
I remembered that I had some leftover 2 inch foam board under my house and some leftover insulation tape. I pulled it out and got to work.
Beautiful? No.
Worked? Yes!
As I was putting the left over foam board under my house, I noticed some water dripping.
Water dripping UNDER THE HOUSE!
I inhaled deeply.
Exhaled deeply.
Sure enough…I opened my intake box and a water pipe had broken.
I phoned my generator guy who is also my plumbing guy. He arrived very quickly. I HIGHLY recommend him. I told him, I felt like I was hemorrhaging and he was there to save my life.
Long story short. There was no save.
On Saturday afternoon my 500 gallon water supply was emptied on Teaberry acres.
Of course, here in my neck of the woods it’s been single digits and lower. Fixes like this, can’t happen on a tiny house until the weather is above freezing.
And so…where does this leave this tiny house girl?
Grateful.
Grateful that my generator “just happened” to not start Saturday morning. I have ZERO doubt that I would not have been under the house had I not been building a snow shelter for my generator.
I am grateful that the water went outside not INSIDE my house.
I am grateful we got 13 inches of snow because now I have a LOT of water supply right out my front door!
When will I get running water back?
Only God knows that answer.
Until then…
You’ll find me collecting snow and boiling it 🙂
Disclaimer: MANY kind friends have offered shelter and showers. I truly am Ok!
Stay tuned for more stories and adventures which may or may not include several men at a hardware store and one tiny house girl…
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