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leaks, drips, advent!

frozen drip

It’s a mystery, the drip, drip, drip, gush from our bathroom shower.

Here’s the scoop:  I went to clean the downstairs bathroom about a month and a half ago – not an every week happening.  I’m not a cleaning slacker, far be it, I’m actually a bit of a neat-nik bordering on germ-a-phobia.  Truth is that bathroom is only used by overnight guests; now, back to the leak and bathroom cleaning chronicle.

Company had come and gone.  It was time to go down to clean so things would be spic and span for the next visitors.  Turning the light on over the vanity, I was met by a dinner-plate-sized bubble in the ceiling, so not a good thing.  The gotta-figure-this-out in me took over.  Where was the leak coming from?  Duh, upstairs, but was it the tub, the shower or the other shower.  So many choices, not many answers, especially because water travels.  It’s like a no rhyme or reason maze.

After inspecting, thinking, checking, snooping out the options, I narrowed the escaping water issue to the main bathroom.  You might think the puzzle stops there, but it’s only just begun.  Plumbers and contractors joined the conundrum – flashlights, testing and gallons of water later, they were still lost in the maze.  The pieces of the puzzle are still scattered on the bathroom floor.  One says this, the other says that.  The problem is their findings don’t match the evidence.

So the makeshift answer is:  I only take a bath. 

This quick fix works, but is only a Band-Aid.  Oh!  Edison bulb moment!  How many things in my life are like that?  There’s something going on and I spray on some Bactine and walk away.

Advent is a time of “something going on.”  It’s not a leak or a gush through the ceiling, but restoration brought about by a tiny baby.  He was born to hardworking, humble people, yet He was all we would ever need.  God With Us knows how to fix the leaks in our lives with more than a dab of ointment or a sort-of solution.

The original Christmas was full of problems and mess.  My season has had its challenges – moving (who does that during the Holidays?), commuting, the early arrival of a granddaughter; paper and boxes are strewn around and not in the good way like after opening presents. 

Many of you out there don’t look forward to Christmas.  You have leaks and drips.  I do too, but I’ve been conscious of the arrival of the One who is able to repair stuff properly.  And you know what happens when He’s done?  He runs a bath for me and puts bubbles in it.

Enjoying a curious Advent Season …

Missy


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  1. It sounds like everything that could go wrong did and you should have your quota for the next year. Yes, moving at Christmas is not a good thing to do. It's hard even if you do it months before. I hope this is the worst thing that happens to you and the rest is all good. Merry Christmas to you and yours.

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    1. Hey, Marlene...we are more than blessed this Christmas, even with all the "stuff." Our tiniest granddaughter was born a week ago...six weeks early. She is healthy, whole and got to go home yesterday! Everyone is amazed. We are thankful. A very special gift for this Christmas. Merry Christmas to you, and your family!

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