Thursday, April 19, 2007


"Rain, rain on my face. It hasn't stopped raining for days. My world is a flood. Slowly I become one with the mud." (Jars of Clay, lyrics to their song Flood) This song just about sums up how I'm feeling after days of bailing water, discarding water logged cardboard boxes and their various contents, and praying earnestly that the plumber will tell me my hot water heater will be installed. It is truly amazing on how we become numb to the small things in our lives. Turning on the faucet and expecting hot water to flow has truly come as a shock to my children. They never realized what a hot water heater does, but I guarantee they will not forget after this ordeal. I've tried to make a lesson out of it, explaining that the pioneers lived like this and things like baths and washing clothes had to be thought out. The first night or two lugging every available pot with boiling water to the second floor to fill the bathtub seemed like an adventure. (note to self, next house have full bath on first floor) But now after days of this it is quickly becoming tiring. It really has hit us hard here, because we live in the high part of town, no streams, rivers, etc. and we have never had water in our basement prior to this. But when I start feeling sorry for my self I try to think of the all the people in neighboring towns who lost everything and had to be evacuated not knowing how or where to begin rebuilding. So when I'm tired of hauling water for the kids baths, or when I feel like I'm one with the mud, I'll offer it up to God for all those who lost everything, and then sing the chorus of "Flood". "Lift me up - when I'm falling, Lift me up - I'm weak and I'm dying, Lift me up - I need you to hold me, Lift me up - keep me from drowning again". DC

1 comment:

MBT said...

Welcome to the blogosphere!