He's a God that knows me.

I have a habit - I don't know if it's a bad one or a good one, maybe someone can tell me - but I put everything on God. Everything. Something bad happens, I grunt at God. Something good happens I grin at God.

I'm grinning now though all because something bad happened.

I woke up this morning, only to discover that my shower had no hot water. I pulled out my tools and took the plastic doodad off the faucet and pondered the fact that I didn't know what to do beyond that.
So I did what I always do.
I googled the problem.

There were different issues online and people were told to replace cartridges and such, they mentioned that if it wasn't a cartridge problem they could only hope that the problem was contained enough that they wouldn't have to tear into a wall.

Armed with that knowledge I returned to the shower and stared at it a little harder. I twisted the little plastic thingy that I assumed makes the water turn on and off and still nothing happened. Then I sat and thought some more. Could the water have froze in the pipe?
I don't quite get why the hot would have frozen and not the cold, but... since I had very few no other ideas I decided I was going to hope that was the problem.

In my very plumbing proficient way, I assumed the easiest way to unfreeze it was to warm it up. I pictured plumbers everywhere laughing at me as I then proceeded plug a little heater up outside and point it under my house where the pipes were. They can laugh. Two hours later I was laughing as water slowly began to trick out of my faucet. Not long beyond that everything was back to normal.

And I celebrated, as I always do, the joy of having fixed something. And I grinned at God.

He knew I would enjoy it.