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"...rivers of living water will flow from within them." John 7:38
During our confinement we went a week without hot water. When the plumber came, he accidentally broke the water main to our apartment building. After half an hour, Tara and the girls were in almost an inch of water. Tara, the plumber, and a neighbor were working frantically. Water flowed down three floors and out the main door, creating a large puddle in the courtyard. The plumber called fire department as people gathered outside. Tara’s last-ditch barrier (herself shoving jeans like a squeegee) prevented the flood from reaching the back rooms. Rachel grabbed her swim goggles and jumped in with a smile.
We went barefoot for a few days while the carpet dried out. Tara took wet things to the new house to dry. After a couple days of cleaning and filling out insurance forms, we were back to normal. We could have been devastated, but we laughed. Were we overwhelmed and just cracked? Or do we know that stuff is just stuff? Or was it the sight of our girls making a fort out of damp smelly rugs? Maybe we were glad to have a distraction from the confinement.
Mauricette was not laughing. Her apartment, which is just below ours, was soaked through. Ceilings were cracked and dripping, wallpaper peeling, heirlooms damaged, and her kitchen cabinets needed propping up so they wouldn’t fall. She was already grieving due to the loss of her husband Milo, three friends who had died of Covid 19 and cancer, loneliness, and our imminent move. She did not need this. We prayed it would somehow turn into a blessing in disguise. Though we listened and empathized with her, she was deeply bothered that we weren’t outraged about the flood. Certainly our things were not as valuable as hers, but also we knew God wasn’t outraged, or even surprised. He had a good plan for it. She pointed out that we’d be moving soon, so why should we care? She would be stuck with the walls, floors, and several renovations.
Thus began a bizarre season of our relationship. At the beginning of the pandemic, she urged us to take every precaution imaginable. She did the same. After a few weeks, understandably, she wanted to have people over and begged for hugs from our girls. Instead, we blew kisses, sent flowers, talked with her daily, and reminded her how much we love her. We’re so glad that season is over! She had given back to us some Gospel resources that she wasn’t in the mood for, but she kept the Bible. The day it was legal, we had her over for dinner. She told Trent that she admired his character and asked, “How can I have faith like that?” There’s a question we long to hear! We spent some time explaining how a relationship with Jesus starts. Like any relationship, it begins with communication. We shared personal stories about how each of us started our walks with Christ and began taking real faith steps. Mauricette is planning to join us for an online church service this Sunday. Thanks for praying with us!
Thank you for your prayers and support!
Love, Trent, Tara, Lydia, Rachel and Tessa