Mishaps and Messiah

It has been a whirlwind over these last several days of finally having Andrea and the kids join me here in Austin. Receiving our stuff from the moving company was a pretty big job, starting to find everything we've packed in various boxes an even bigger one. Now comes the fun part of actually setting up the house.
The house we are renting is very homey and we feel so grateful to John and Jacy Donovan who are letting us rent their place at this time.
In the midst of moving in we've had a pretty big mishap. As the washer was draining we had raw sewage back into our house and flood the place. The drain pipe was apparently blocked by a bunch of roots that had to be cut out and the sudden flood of water was too much for the partially clogged pipes. The problem resolved, we set to scrubbing the bathtub, shower and bathroom floors, only to discover that the episode had flooded the two adjoining bedrooms... What a disaster and what a mess!!! As I write this, workers have just removed the carpet padding and three large fans and dehumidifiers are working hard to dry out our house.
Andrea and I made beds for the kids in the living room on the couch. The kids think the whole sleepover in front of the fire-place is a really cool thing, Andrea and I are yet to be convinced.
It is frustrating, but at the same time we are trying to learn how to rest in God. On Tuesday Andrea and I went on a date wings as an appetizer and Handel's Messiah as the main course. Over dinner I shared with Andrea how I was feeling pretty stressed out with everything that is involved in starting a new church, trying to make things happen by simply working harder. Andrea was encouraging me to relax a little and trust God to build His church. Psalm 46:10 says "Be still and know that I am God"; the NASB translation says it a little different, "Cease striving...", which is exactly what I have been doing.
Anyways back to Handel's Messiah. We arrived at the concert venue only to find that all the tickets were sold except the obstructed view ones, and we could not get two seats together. My suggestion was to just go hang out at the Domain, but Andrea kept saying, "let's just wait a while longer." (My question was - for what?!?)
After a few minutes a white-haired gentleman approached us and asked if we needed tickets for the concert and that he was there with a church from San Marcos who had bought a bundle of tickets of which two were extra. He ended up giving us the tickets and walked us to perfect center auditorium seats just in time before the lights dimmed and the Austin Symphony began their crescendo into the opening of the Messiah.
As we sat there Andrea said, "I just knew someone would give us tickets, I just had that feeling all night." I just leaned over and whispered back - "I guess that is the difference between striving and resting."