This past fall we had a water softener installed in our home. A plumber patched into the main water supply lines and routed new ones— through our attic—-down to a cylinder shaped tank in the garage.
Fast forward to this winter: something absolutely chilling happened.🧊 When the temperature dropped well below freezing, the water lines in our unheated loft began to ice up.
A frantic call to our plumber brought the following advice, “Let the water drip.” I did, and it worked! But on frigid days I now daydream about our water meter spinning like a pinwheel.😳
If I’m totally truthful with myself, I must acknowledge that my heart–before God–is sometimes like those vulnerable lines in the attic. Frankly, there have been a few glacial moments in life that almost turned me into a pouty popsicle.🥶
Thankfully, by the grace of God, I “let the water drip.” For me, this meant looking to Jesus, rather than fixating on my own navel (Hebrews 12:1-3). Was this easy peasy? In a word, NO.
But it sure beat freezing up completely! I’ve lived long enough to know there are few “cookie cutter” answers. However, I found one that makes all the difference: “God is love.”– 1 John 4:16b (NIV)
But encourage one another daily, as long as it is called Today, so that none of you may be hardened by sins deceitfulness.Hebrews 3:13 (NIV)
Thank you for reading. 🙏❤️