Finally this year’s service call resulted
in a bit more extensive search of the situation. It has been the same technician pretty much
every time, and he was getting almost as frustrated as we were. Sure enough, he discovered a small leak in
one of the copper pipes. He had already
replaced the Freon, so we were OK for the weekend. He assured us he would be “back on Monday” to
complete the repair. He even said he
would highly recommend to the company that they not charge us for the service,
since it had been going on ever since they installed the unit. Sadly, Monday came and went and we heard
nothing from them. That means another
phone call today and more waiting for Chris.
Sigh.
I did manage to get one do-it-yourself
project successfully completed, though.
Plumbing, of all things. The faucet
in our master bathroom has been oozing for a while now. Again, a very slow leak, but we weren’t sure
where it was coming from. We did one of
those on line how-to searches and found the basics on how to replace the
innards of one of those things. It didn’t
look too difficult, so off we went. I
mean, literally off. I got the part off but then I had to go find a new
one. Never such an easy task. I thought because it was a Delta faucet that
it would be somewhat easier to find, but our old standby, Village Hardware, didn’t
have one. Not a good sign. That meant the only other easily accessible
option without going to a plumbing specialty place or calling the plumber was
Home Depot. Sure enough, Home Depot had
an entire wall of those stem pieces, but not a single one of them matched up
even close to the one I held in my hand.
As I dropped to one knew to search out the final row, my eyes were drawn
to The Box, filled with random plumbing parts, strewn about in no particular
order. Intrigued by the randomness, I ignored
the bottom row of hanging parts and started shuffling through The Box. OK, so I have a problem with staying focused
on the task at hand. That’s another
issue for another day. As it turned out,
there were all kinds of strange plumbing-type things in The Box, most of which I
had never seen before. And nestled cozily
in a corner beneath that haphazard pile of whatchamacallits? You guessed it. A “genuine Delta-manufactured bathroom faucet
stem replacement part.” The exact part I
was looking for. It was the only one in
there, placed there just for me by … well, I’ve never been one to trivialize
the workings of an awesome God. And I honestly
had not just prayed for divine intervention.
But I will say that over the years I have learned to praise God even in
the smallest victories of life. It just
makes the really big triumphs seem so much better when they do occur.
Job 12:13-16 says, “To God belong wisdom and power; counsel and understanding are his. What he tears down cannot be rebuilt; the man
he imprisons cannot be released. If he
holds back the waters, there is drought; if he lets them loose, they devastate
the land. To him belong strength and
victory.”
Father, thank you for a life full of random
boxes filled with surprise victories.
Amen.
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