NEW ZIP CODE

 I have been in my new zip code an entire week.  Finally I am beginning to think I may survive the move, although there have been a few times I have wondered what in the world I was thinking when I thought it was a grand idea to pack up and head west.   My head is spinning with stories, but exhaustion is playing a number on me.  One thing is for certain this has been the most physically demanding move of the five in the last decade plus.  My head still thinks it is able to do so much more than I can get done in a day.  Since I am still working on putting up and organizing, I will tell you one story of God's abiding presence and tender care.



The first morning I was alone after moving (son & family will permanently move at the end of the month) I followed by normal routine.  Starting my day in The Word, after dressing I came down to take my faithful sidekick for a walk.  Normally I would walk out the front door immediately.  For some reason- I still do not remember- I walked into the kitchen without turning on the lights.  I noticed a reflection in front of the refrigerator and discovered a growing pool of water.  Somehow I was able to roll the fridge out to discover a tube which had blown off its end and was pouring water into the room.  I grabbed towels, I grabbed a mop bucket, I grabbed a garbage can-----while frantically looking for the cutoff valve.  It seems the kitchen sink had a plethora of equipment under it.  One of these-



AND one of these-


In my world of ignorance I had no idea I needed a hot water booster or a filtration system.  There were tubes and shut off valves galore.  I am frantically turning off anything  with a valve, while keeping buckets emptied & calling #1 Daughter for help.  She sent the cavalry in the form of her FIL who lives 4 blocks away.  He locates the right valve while I control the water.  All  left to do is mop up the water and find a plumber.  The water had traveled toward the mudroom not the great room where there were rugs and hardwood floors.  I was able to dry things out fairly quickly. AND THE BIG MIRACLE--a plumber showed up before the end of the day.

NOW, you wonder how God was in this?  Why did I end up straying from my routine and discovering the leak?  The leak could have started in the middle of the night and the tube was on the floor so there was no sound.  I could have come downstairs to a swimming pool.  The water initially flowed in a direction which confined the damage.  It would have eventually filled  up the entire downstairs--wood floors, wool rug, & siskin rug---NOT a pretty thought.  Instead I made the discovery very early in the flooding process and with good assistance able to stop the flow.  YES--the disaster happened, but God's gentle nudge allowed me to discover what was happening.  I LOVE how God shows Himself--even in very physical ways.  Another day I was standing on the kitchen counter while packing and felt myself falling---somehow (a shove from God?) I ended up upright instead.  I was already thinking this could be very bad with granite counters all around me--but instead disaster was adverted.  God is present--day in and day out---we only have to "mind the checks".  




7 comments

  1. I love it when God shows up when we least expect it, yet we recognize His presence around us. Glad you're all moved in, Lulu; I don't think I'd find a move at my age much fun at all. I admire your determination!
    Blessings!

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    1. You get to a point, Martha, that is truly the point of no return. I must admit I have wondered a few times--WHAT WAS I THINKING? LOL!
      Blessings!

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  2. How good God gave you the gentle nudge so the flooding damage was quickly contained. Moving sounds exhausting, even moving across town is a big deal. I am content staying in my house.

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    1. Yes, I could have gone down the rabbit trail of "Poor Me", but quickly remembered how thankful I was that I discovered the problem before too much damage was done! God is present!
      Blessings!

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  3. you've moved, oh my! i hope you'll find that your strong faith will anchor you, yet again, during change and adjustment. i'm praying for you right now, friend ..

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    1. Thank you, Linda! Need and thankful for those prayers. Slowly seeing the light of day again!
      Blessings!

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