Prayers, Again, Please? Please?

Ok, I had professional plumber out here today. It is worse than anticipated. Cost would be $5000. Yeh, sure.  Still, it is a good price, from all I’ve seen, for repiping the entire line for the 52-foot length, a t-offshoot, and installing shut offs at all incoming places inside.

All local plumbers finance through commercial lenders. Two lenders wouldn’t touch it because I own the mobile but not the land. The other two turned me down. It would have been possible for me to pay because over the five years, I would have only needed to pay $99 a month.

So, here’s the deal. The water leak is worse. The puddle is worse. It could blow apart any time, or it could hold a few weeks but not much longer, if that long. No way to tell.

I’m trying to use the water as little as possible to avoid stressing the pipeline.  I’m afraid to do a wash because that definitely stresses the pipes. A friend will let me use her laundry, just a few homes away from me, when I need to.

Meanwhile, I’ve exhausted all known means for immediate help.

 
Father, I praise you for a compassionate technician today. I praise you for the lowest price they could offer. I praise you that the pipeline is still intact although leaking under the house, badly. I trust that you are working on a solution. And I thank you that I know about this before it gets un-fixable and possibly ruins other parts of the home. Thank you for the peace I know you will send to me, and the faith you’ve blessed me with.