One place that I’ve found to be my refuge lately is my home. I suppose many people have done some rediscovery in this regard. It seems our homes are right where we left them amidst the toil and bustle of life. We have found ourselves become more acquainted with home here of late, and in my case, reacquainted with those home repair issues that I’ve always told myself I would get to when I have time. Guess what happened.
So I found myself knee deep in my basement shower Saturday working on a clogged drain that has been clogged off and on for about seven years, basically since we put the shower in just before we moved in. I have tried a number of drain-O type cleaners on the drain, trying to remove whatever was clogging it chemically. They would work for a short time, but inevitably clog back up.
So Saturday I went out to Lowe’s and procured the ultimate weapon against clogged drains, the Snake! For those not familiar with snakes, the mechanical kind, they are long cords of steel wire with a screw end attached on the business end and some mechanism for turning that screw end on the other. After trying one more time with a chemical drain cleaner, I got to work.
I had bought a ten-foot snake, and its a good thing I did too. I found I needed all ten feet of it before I was done. I unleashed the snake into my drain, turned it dutifully, and after some revolutions pulled it out again, finding some hair matted on the end, but still clogged. Down again with the snake, once more with the turning, and pulling it back out revealed still more hair. I began to wonder if I was doing it correctly.
I repeated this process a couple more times, until finally, the light dawned, to at least, the water began to move and the shower was completely drained of it. I couldn’t believe it. I sat there with the snake in my hand, still wondering if I’d done it. After a moment I collected myself and reeled the snake back in. I considered it among the best money I’d ever spent. I even went back this morning just to check, just to make sure I hadn’t dreamed it. Still drained.
I am finding new things out about my home, or perhaps relearning them since moving in some time ago. But that’s what happens when you have time.
You also have time to reflect on just how important faith is in a time like this, with uncertainty and fear threatening all around. We have time to thank God for the shelter we have, homes to live in and improve, and families around us. I’ve found that for whatever other purpose this quarantine was supposed to serve, it has helped me remember who I am. I am a child of God, and I dwell under His protection, His refuge and strength. I hope you do to.
Heavenly Father, please be that protection for my family and myself that You word promises. May we remember this day that You are never far from us, and we should never drift away. Thank You Jesus for everything. Amen.