Water, Water Everywhere...
“Water is the driving force of all nature.” Leonardo da Vinci
“Thousands have lived without love, not one without water.” W. H. Auden
“And God said, Let there be a firmament in the
midst of the waters,and let it divide the waters from the waters.” (KJV)
Water is one of the necessities of life. And one of the pleasures, too. Think of a
cold glass of water when you’re really thirsty, or a shower after a long, hard day, or how satisfying it is to water your begonia (sparingly...after all, we’re still in the clutches of this seemingly eternal drought...make that half a glass of
water and a two minute shower, too!)
Water is wonderful until it appears in mind-boggling quantity in the wrong place. For instance, pouring out of the ceiling
onto the new carpeting downstairs in your house. There’s that first moment of incredulous unbelief, accompanied by an exclamation of horror, “what is happening here!” Contact occurs. You step in that alarming dark spot. It squishes. The dark
spots flow right through that room and into the next. This can’t be happening. Oh yes it can!
Go back a week or two to discovering another place where water was
most definitely not supposed to be; that strangely green patch in a sea of dead lawn (brown IS the new green!). Mike Partain, our go-to guy whenever we need anything plumbing related, came as quickly as he could, dug a hole about 4’ deep and 4’
wide, exposing a galvanized pipe which was cracked and leaking water at an alarming rate. He capped it, came back with his son on Saturday, dug trenches through the rose bed, under the path, and all the way to the garage. Installed a mile of PVC pipe and pronounced
us good to go. Peace reigned. Water, that turbulent force, was controlled and contained again.
Then came Monday and the aforementioned water pouring from the ceiling.
Mike came back, revealed another cracked galvanized pipe in the ceiling spraying water in all directions with gay abandon. He capped the pipe and speaking in calm tones, such as one would use with an hysterical toddler who has lost her blankie in Target, told
us that the galvanized pipe which was installed when our house was new back in 1916 is all ready to blow. New pipe will have to be installed wherever water flows. The galvanized pipe will be abandoned in the walls and life will go on.
We looked at each other, my joint tenant, John, and I, and said, “oh.” Mike left us blotting up the water soaking the carpet. We used every towel in the house, blotted and blotted and here it is Wednesday and I’m still blotting. There’s a system now, though. Blot till towels are soaked, put that bunch in the dryer. Use the group 2 towels to blot till towels are soaked. Repeat process.
The carpet may live through this. We’re pretty sure we will, too. Our house is happy as it’s getting another improvement.
The house we live in, John and I,
Has stood nearly l00 years. (Its 100th birthday will be 2016.)
The rooms have heard much laughter, anger, sorrow, joy and tears.
We've roofed it, wired it, plastered it,
Replaced a thousand window screens.
Re-papered it, repainted a dozen different color schemes.
Earthquake cracks run down the walls and we need to paint the hall.
We've raised our children here and seen them grown and gone,
The house we live in, John and I, has stood almost 100 years.
We know that God has blessed us, that He's given us this home.
filled it with His presence, His joy and love and peace.
Yes, even though the galvanized pipe is giving way all over the place, we can find the blessing there. We leave for Texas soon and we are thankful that this happened before we left in enough time to deal with it. We are thankful that it didn’t happen while we were gone. That’s too hideous to even imagine. We see God’s hand in our lives everywhere we look.
“God hath not promised, skies always blue.
Flower-strewn pathways all our lives through.
God hath not promised sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.
But God hath promised strength for the day,
Rest for the labor, light for the way,
Grace for the trials, help from above,
Unfailing sympathy, undying love.”
(Annie Johnson Flint)