A few weeks ago, we got decked out and attended my cousin’s wedding. The four of us got dressed up, curled our hairs (those of us that could), put on make up (again, those of us that could), dug up our dancing shoes and had a great time.
The wedding was beautiful. The food was great. We all had a fabulous time. I’d love to turn this into a post about that, but that would be too easy.
Before we left, I noticed that my sink was clogging up. I had actually noticed it a few days earlier, but I decided to wait until that exact moment to attempt to unclog it. I will spare you those details, but you should know that it didn’t work. It actually made the situation worse. My sink is the run off for the a/c, so when we left, it was 1/3 full. We thought it would drain on its own. However, by the time we got home from the wedding, several hours later, the sink was completely full of water.
We changed out of our clothes and got to work. We put together a plan of attack. I emptied out the contents of the cabinet below the sink and put down some towels. I got to work emptying out the sink with a large cup, and my husband got to work on the pipes below. He turned valves and unscrewed things and ended up emptying out the water into a large bowl that we had placed under the sink. He took everything apart and cleaned each pipe carefully. Again, I will spare you the details. He even took an old toothbrush and scrubbed the inside of everything. He rinsed everything out and put it all back together. We ran the water and made sure that it drained. And then we went to bed. All in a day’s work.
Yes, my husband is a hero. He didn’t even flinch as he was cleaning things. I think I lost track on how many times I gagged.
In between gags, I did think about how over the last several days, I had been asking God to basically do the same thing with me. My prayers over the last few weeks consisted of me asking God to scrub out some angry/bitter/hurt feelings that I had been having. Watching my husband carefully take things apart, clean them and put them back together really mirrored what I was needing God to do in me. It reminded me that God doesn’t flinch at our mess- He just patiently and lovingly cleans us out until His spirit starts flowing through us once again. That’s exactly what I need, and I needed the reminder to submit to the process.
“Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow. Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones you have crushed rejoice. Hide your face from my sins and blot out all my iniquity. Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me” Psalms 51:7-10, NIV
~Shiney
