With the house set and our loan re-approved, it was time to do all the things we could not do before the house was placed. We drove from my uncle’s house to the new house almost every day! (That took a lot of gas.) Sometimes, we had more than one service being installed on the same day.
First came the septic system. But not the kind we used to have when we first got married… the kind that’s just a big tank with a drain field. Those aren’t allowed here any more. Now any new septic system has to be a “Mo-dad”, which is basically a self-contained sewage treatment system. It has an electric pump which constantly aerates the system, allowing waste to break down much more quickly and completely. Then it goes through a drain field, but any treated sewage that makes it beyond that point is simply piped to a ditch or something.
It seems that once it leaves the septic system, it is actually safe enough to end up in an open ditch.
I don’t remember what I was doing while this was being done, but I missed the rest of it. I was probably trying to find an electrician to come and run electricity to the house. It would have been about the right time. I spent several days researching electricians at night and calling them during the day while at the property. I didn’t get any replies to my messages.
Someone finally told me that most electricians don’t like taking jobs this small. Wow, really? $2,500 – $3,000 for a day’s work isn’t enough? How is your average homeowner supposed to get their electricity hooked up, if no electrician will take the job? My beloved Shay could have run it, but he simply did not have time.
Meanwhile, we had to show up very early the next morning, to get our well dug. We are so very blessed! The water here is soft and good. All of the horror stories about hard well water, clothes not coming clean, rust stains, all that… it doesn’t apply here. I researched the aquifer and was anxious to see if it was true.
Still unable to find an electrician, I mentioned my lack of fortune to a neighbor. The next thing I knew, the pastor of the local Baptist church was installing our pole and wiring everything up! I could just see God smiling as He brought everything together.
This neighbor and his wife have turned out to be amazing people. I don’t know what we would have done without them. They, another family to one side of us, and the pastor and his church have helped us immensely as we get settled here. We are so grateful to God for all of them!
We have been to many churches. In all of them, we have heard teachings about loving and helping one another, as the church is supposed to do. In only a couple, however, have we actually seen the people doing it. Interestingly, it has been only in the very small churches. The larger ones have ministries and committees, and part of the offerings go to fund these various outreaches to the sick and poor. It works okay, I suppose, but there is a disconnect between the members giving and the needs met.
In the small churches, there aren’t enough people for committees and lists of ministries. People help each other more directly. While the pastor was at our home once (as a guest), we asked him if he knew anyone who needed some light fixtures. We had removed seven of ours and replaced them with ceiling fans with lights. He knew two families who could use them, so we gave them to him.
Right before Thanksgiving, I entered a drawing for a turkey through the local paper. To my great shock, I got a call saying I had won! I never win anything, and I had bought a turkey for Thanksgiving, and three more which we had quartered and put into the freezer. I did not need this turkey, though it was tempting to stick it in the freezer, too.
I called the pastor, who gave me directions to a home just up the street from us. We drove the turkey over there, and it turned out to be the home of a family we had met, that had just lost a very dear grandmother we had gotten to know a little bit.
When the pastor learned that my mom needed a bed frame, he dug around in his own attic, and gave her one complete with head- and footboard.
This is what the Bible meant about the early church having “all things in common”. It wasn’t some communist thing, with everyone dumping all their possessions into a pile which was then spread equally to everyone. It meant simply that if someone had a need, and someone else could meet that need, they met the need.
Acts 2:44-46 And all that believed were together, and had all things common; (45) And sold their possessions and goods, and parted them to all men, as every man had need. (46) And they, continuing daily with one accord in the temple, and breaking bread from house to house, did eat their meat with gladness and singleness of heart,
So it’s been really neat to see that in action.
The plumber came and ran all the water pipes and waste pipes and tied in the gas range and furnace (who knew it was the plumber, and not the gas company, who did that?).
We got our certificate of occupancy, and the pastor asked when our power was going to be turned on. When he learned it would take several weeks, he called in a favor — we needed the power on, because we were very close to our scheduled moving day! Seems he had done something for a man who is in charge of service hook-ups for the electric company for this whole region, and the man had told him if he ever needed anything, just call him.
Next thing you know, this man is standing next to our power pole, calling the local inspector. “These people need their power on. They’re getting ready to move in shortly. I already have my men right here ready to put in the meter. You need to come inspect this.” And that afternoon, the power was on.
It was all true. The water is excellent!
Now that we had power, the trim crew could come finish the house. At this point, we were hardly ever at my uncle’s house. We paid just enough attention to the bunnies to make sure they had food and water and a little lovin’.
The threshold, which would cover the gap in the floor, would be finished later. They didn’t have a color that matched the linoleum, only the trim and cabinets. So the dealership had oak threshold material milled for me! We stained it with Minwax Espresso, and sealed it with polyurethane.
Everything was coming together so quickly, it made our heads spin! We were so grateful to have refrigeration, running water, and power to run fans.
There was still plenty to do, but we had to keep our eyes on a hurricane that was forming, and projected to come in our direction.