Thursday was a trying day.
We have a basement garage door with automatic door opener. It was professionally installed years ago, and now starts leaking a lot of climate controlled air and money. I have repaired the seals, only a week later to have the door no longer sealing to them. Several times.
Thursday I took down my previous repair and started a new one. After a couple of hours it was almost done. One final test run — and the door gets stuck so it can’t go up or down. Not sure why, I went upstairs to take a break (My feet were cold) and ended up sleeping 4 hours.
When I woke up it was already dark. It took me awhile to remember I had left this task undone. I prepared supper, and learned no one else had taken care of it either. Jasini and I found what caused the problem, and while she rested (she drives the family carpool that gets the son to third shifts) I spent two hours undoing and redoing what needed to be done to fix the door so it would both move and seal “properly”.
Final test run. Door stops halfway down. All power is gone from the garage door opener. It isn’t a flipped breaker, all circuits have power.
Discouraged I tell Jasini this a few minutes before she is scheduled to pull out. Then I go back down to the garage to see if I can diagnose the power segments of the garage door opener.
When Jasini passes by at the top of the basement stairs, I ask her if she hears something. Something that turns out to be music that keeps getting louder, and isn’t produced by our basement denizen, becomes recognizable as Sandy Patti singing “It Is Well With My Soul,” coming from our Google Nest Mini in the basement. Since none of us requested music, I have no idea why it was playing that song.
Yet, as if in answer to my frustration and despondency, from the Google Nest Mini we have named “Courage” (we have two others named “Heart” and “Brain” — you figure it out) came a song in the night for me, a loving slap in the face from my Lord and God, A gift I will always treasure. The first of several that reminded me of my good fortune, and made me remember that I am always thankful, even when I am not thinking about it.
My courage restored, the basement resounded for near an hour with my Karaoke of praise.
At The Rainbow 
Based on the type of songs we heard, it seemed to be my Thumbprint radio from Pandora, a mix of all the songs I have thumbed up, from all my different stations. Weird, but good. (Christian music followed by Fraggle Rock, followed by Light Country, etc.)
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