I poked my head out the side door of the house. Our dream house, my husband and I had thought when we’d moved in two years earlier. I flipped the switch to the lamppost in the yard. Nothing. Flipped it again. Still nothing. “It’s not working!” I called to Mike. After everything we’d already fixed here, this glitch was beyond frustrating.
Mike came around the corner of the house, tools in hand. “The lights in the back don’t work either,” he said. “I changed the bulbs and the outlets. There must be a broken wire somewhere underground.”
I’d been so sure God had led us to this peaceful home in the country. Now I felt like that guy in Greek mythology condemned to push a boulder uphill every day for eternity. As soon as we got one thing fixed, something else broke. To save money, we’d done
