Life Under the Sink

For weeks now I've had a big vase sitting in the cupboard under the bottom of my disposal.  It's been catching all the drips I just couldn't make myself acknowledge were there.  There were only a few drops every time I turned on the tap.  It would keep.

Yesterday, I noticed one of the spots that the water was coming out of was where the power cord connects.  It was running down the cord.  Scary.  I made sure the cord had a deep dip in it and the water couldn't follow all the way to the outlet.  Then I went to Home Depot.  I got some good advice about what we needed and went back with Keith today.  We had to buy all new locks for the house too--that's a whole other post. 

When we got home, we saw the deadbolt we bought now makes the door handle look horrible.  That's the way it goes, right?  Keith got all 5 new locks done much faster than I thought he would and started on the disposal.  It was a good thing we got good advice both yesterday and today because it well fairly smooth.

Then the moment of truth came.  We turned on the water.  No leak.  We turned on the disposal.  No leak.  I got the detergent in the dishwasher and was ready to turn it on when I heard one lone drip.  I looked all over under there and finally found the water--a couple drops on the copper piping.  I couldn't figure it out.  How could the disposal leak clear over there?  Then I looked all the way up and saw where the piping started.  It was the faucet.  So now that I have a new disposal and it was a job that went smoothly and the holes I was worried about are gone, there's a new hole.  I guess not new--just not the one I knew about.

Isn't that life?  It is mine.  When I think I've accomplished something, overcome something, conquered something;  there's always something else lurking around the corner to challenge me.  It isn't just now with grief.  It's with sin.  It's with motherhood.  It's with everything. 

There's always something to show me I'm not there yet.  Where ever there is.