We’ve had just a little excitement over the last couple of days.
Monday was a holiday and we spent the day working on the house. Daniel and his friends moved a huge pile of tree debris to a spot beside the road. Thankfully they were able to get everything moved because Tuesday, the debris removers showed up. The tree debris was removed and they also started on the household debris. Around eight in the evening on Tuesday, as Jon and I were relaxing, we received a phone call from our next-door neighbor (we’re still living on the other side of Diamondhead).
He wanted to let us know that the workers had been working after dark, and in doing so; they managed to break our water main with their big pieces of equipment. Obviously, they stopped working, but we had a twenty-foot geyser in our front yard. Our neighbor had called our neighborhood security, but they weren’t much help.
Jon went over to investigate and to make sure the water wasn’t running toward our house. Just what we needed: to be flooded again. While he was gone, Jonny and I said a prayer that we would be able to get the water stopped and that it wouldn’t flood our home. Jon was able to direct the water flow so it wasn’t spraying toward the side of the house.
When he returned from the house, he called the water company with a number I found on a recent water bill. There was an emergency contact on the after business hours voice message and Jon was able to talk to someone. A crew from the water company came out right away and fixed the break.
The next morning, we drove by to see if the water was off. It was, but there is a huge muddy mess in our front yard. The debris removal crew was in the middle of removing our debris (and tearing up our yard) when they hit the water main. I’m assuming they finished the job on Wednesday, but we’ll find out this evening when we go over to the house.
It’s weird, but part of me feels a sense of loss with the removal of our household debris. I know it was ruined, I know we had it piled by the road to be disposed of, but in a small way, once it began to be removed, I felt as if our earthly treasures were being ripped away again. It seemed as if the wound of loss had been reopened.
We didn’t go over to the house last night, but went to church instead. We left the boys at home, but when we were at church, I was wishing we had brought them. The service consisted of Jon and I and the pastor and his family. But that is okay. There was such a sense of spiritual sweetness among us. It felt like home, like this is exactly where God wanted us to be. We discussed the things that are going on in our lives, sang some worship songs, discussed Psalm 95, and petitioned at the Throne of Grace for wisdom, guidance and direction.
Psalm 95 tells us that “In his hand are the depths of the earth, and the mountain peaks belong to him. The sea is his, for he made it and his hands formed the dry land.” I am reading a book called A Case for a Creator by Lee Strobel. If you are interested in science and want to read about respected, award-winning scientists discussing the evidence for intelligent design, this is the book. The Psalmist was so right when he described the Lord’s fingerprint in everything: the depths of the earth, the mountain peaks, and even the seas and land. The evidence for a creator actually overwhelms the idea of evolution.
What is even more amazing is that the Creator of the universe desires to be intimately involved in our lives. He has a plan for each and every one of us. We are told in Psalm 95, “Today, if you hear his voice, do not harden your hearts…” May we each seek Him in the quiet places. May we hear His voice and may our hearts be soft enough to consider His words and to obey Him.
I know I was supposed to write about the Saturday portion of Beth Moore’s simulcast, but we’ll have to save that for another day.
May God bless you as you go about your busy daily lives.
Grace & Peace