the right word for the unexpected...

i read this verse in the psalms wednesday morning:

"he is not afraid of bad news;
his heart is firm, trusting in the Lord."
psalm 112:7

when i read it, it stuck out as if it was in all caps.  my first honest thoughts?  oh no, why is this verse sticking out? what bad news am i going to hear??  me of little faith, i know.
and sure enough, just an hour or so later...i was in need of  that reminder to trust God. and i was the one calling my husband at work with the "bad news." 

the short version of the story is that our hall bathroom toilet overflowed.  and i mean, overflowed, as in, flowed freely, generously and abundantly, lavishing all of its contents and previously placed contents onto our bathroom floor, down into the hall and into the depths of our carpeting.

by the time the husband got home (along with the ticket he got while trying to get home as quickly as possible), i had managed to get the water off but the damage was done. what he came home to: a wife standing on soaked towels, crying and covered in filth from the knees down, a 3 month old screaming in a crib, a 3 year old watching his 10th episode of curious george while being confined to the front of the house, and his own personal mind calculator quickly calculating the cost of the damage...

can i just say that i'm so thankful for the husband?  sometimes it takes crazy moments for me to remember and realize just how great he is.  from the moment he stepped into the door, he was calm, collected and full of grace and reassurance.  he moved quickly and methodically to help us get out of the mess we were in and has continued to do so.

at some point during the chaos, the psalm i read that morning came back to mind and i remembered the last part of verse 7, "his heart is firm, trusting in the Lord," and clutched on to it with my heart like my baby boy does my finger.  my heart was anything but firm at that point.  in fact, i'm pretty sure it was more like jello.  but i also know for sure that at that point, God was asking me to choose to put on his strength and trust him.  why are those moments of choice, where the right one is so obvious, so difficult?  probably because i was standing in poop water at that moment, but still.  even though i wanted to keep crying or complaining, more obvious was the choice to keep clinging to the words i had read earlier.

and just this morning, i was reminded of james' exhortations:
"count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness.  and let steadfastness have its full effect,that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing."
james 1:2 

oh james, i needed to be reminded of that truth today. the Word doesn't ever get old, does it?  it is living and active, just like God said it is.  i know things could've been much worse, and i'm thankful they aren't.  and for the millionth time in my life i realize how much i need the Word of God to be faith-sighted and to get through both the everyday mundane and the unexpected. 

oh, how He loves us.