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Topic: BROKEN (12/06/18)
TITLE: A Smack From God
By A Mattingly
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Twenty-four hours earlier, after entering my daughter’s room, I noticed a stench. What was that smell? Where was it coming from? Searching revealed it was coming from the laundry basket. Not the stuff inside, but the cloth framed basket itself! A waterline that creeped up the cloth from the bottom was now dry. More searching revealed a leaky bathroom sink on the other side of the wall.
“Guess I now know how I’ll be spending my Saturday alone tomorrow.” I thought to myself.
The next day after parts were purchased and directions read, skimmed would be more accurate, it was time to get started while the day was still young. I had never replaced a sink or faucet before. As with any project, one soon learns it’s never as simple as the directions make it out to be. A leaky shut-off valve proved worthless; a sizing change called for more joints and pipe. Frustration had set in. I headed back to the local hardware store for more parts and advice.
Many times, I had thanked God for giving me the DIY skills to make my own repairs. Some days it seemed God believed in me more than I did. I was tired of being strong, tired of taking care of myself and the girls alone.
The store owners gave me the needed help. When asked if I had a crimper tool, my face reddened. What was that? Noticing the frustration in my eyes, she offered to loan me her tool to complete the job. I gratefully accepted. Tears welled up in my eyes at the sight of the tool. How would that fit under the sink? The work area was tight with little room for tools and hands. Beginning to lose it, I made my purchase and left before tears began to flow like Niagara Falls.
It was time for a good soul-cleansing ugly cry on the drive home. Once back, I dried the tears, crawled back under the sink and wrestle with the pipes, tool and tight space. It was not pretty, but I refused to give up. Reaching my arm out and up to the countertop, I searched with fingertips for the large wrench. I carefully slid it off and under the sink. Then it happened; a loud, heavy thud overhead.
Confused, I wriggled and crawled out from under the counter. Before I was able to raise my head and look up, I was hit on the back of my head with a hard, heavy object. Not knowing what had just hit me, I ducked and took cover the best I could.
When the dust settled, I realized I was pinned down by the force of a heavy object on my head and back. Raising a hand towards my forehead, I gently combed four fingers through my hair checking for blood. I lowered my hand to see the color of the moisture on my fingertips. To my surprise, it was colorless. I had been spared injury. But what was this object holding me down?
Carefully, without moving, I picked up a broken piece from the floor next to me. The large thick mirror from the wall above the sink had fallen. Being the length of the counter and a few feet tall, I wasn’t sure how I was going to safely get out from under the heavy glass without being cut. Home alone, no phone within reach, no one in hearing range, I was stuck. The girls would not be home until late tomorrow.
Slowly and carefully I removed jagged pieces of glass and managed to crawl out from under the heap without injury. Once the largest piece of glass was against the hallway wall I looked back. My mouth dropped opened. There in the center of the mirror, where it had hit my head, was a crack in the shape of the Christian fish symbol! I had just been smacked in the head by God!
It wasn’t just the sink and mirror that were broken. I was broken, emotionally. Looking at the mirror, I knew without a doubt God wanted my attention. He wanted to remind me of His love and to assure me that with His help I was strong enough. God was calling out for me to trust Him.
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