Molding a lump of clay

Molding a lump of clay
I am a work in progress, molded by my Maker, refined by His fire, shaped with His love. Walk the journey with me.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Noah's flood

I don't know what woke me up.

Could have been the surprisingly loud bang and rattle of the jumbula seeds, discarded by the fruit bats after they'd gorged on the bitter purple flesh, and chucked onto our echoey tin roof.

Could have been our dogs barking at the neighborhood dogs and working themselves up into one of those long, drawn-out, frenzied orchestral yowlings that make one wish they had a BB gun under the bed.

Or maybe it was the roar and splash of water gushing from the kids' bathroom sink tap and overflowing down the wall, out the bathroom door, across to the kids' room, down to our room, flowing under the bed and into the closet, soaking my book bag with my Bible and daily planner, seeping into my backpack with my new camera inside. (Good thing we don't have carpet!)

Yes, that must have been what woke me up. And if I wasn't fully awakened by the noise, I was definitely snapped alert when I crawled out from under our mosquito net and put my feet down into an inch of water. Not a pleasant experience at two in the morning.

But such are the realities of life when you live in a place where the water is off and on, and when it's off, and your 4 year old tries to brush his teeth and turns the tap but nothing comes out, well...he's not clued in enough to think, "I better turn the tap off in case water comes in the middle of the night and floods the house."

So we give him grace, and we thank God for whatever it was that woke me up in time to turn off the tap before the creeping flood got any closer to the extension cord and power strip that was plugged in and lying on the floor just inches away from the water's edge.

Instead of trying to clean it up then and there, I just went back to sleep. And in the morning, that same 4 year old, ironically named Noah, commented upon seeing the situation, "We should build an ark inside the house for the next time it floods."

Good idea, kiddo! Or maybe just turn off the tap...


John mops while I take photos for my blog... :)





1 comment:

Under the Florida Sun said...

oh my. What an adorable story.. though I'm sure it wasn't all that fun at the time..
and your little boys name being Noah..
Only God has a sense of humor like that!! LOL