Tuesday night I was about to head off to bed when I decided to put a load of clothes in the washer. I started the cycle and on my way through the kitchen got distracted by some dishes on the counter. I really wanted to leave them there, but I knew I would appreciate a neat kitchen in the morning.
I heard the washer begin to agitate, but I could still hear the water running. I thought that was odd, so I went back to the laundry room. Sure enough, water was still running into the tub. When I realized the tub was going to overflow, I pushed in the knob to turn off the washer, but the water continued to run. I did what all proper Southern women in distress do--I called for my sweet husband. We turned the water off at the cutoffs, but we had a flooded laundry room. Thankfully, we also had plenty of dirty towels right at hand to mop up all the water. Together we cleaned up the mess and celebrated our deliverance from catastrophe with two wintergreen lifesavers I had previously found in the pocket of someone's jeans. (Do you have a collection of things near your washer like I do? Pennies, rocks, candy, screws, bouncy balls.)
Wednesday morning I was at the store picking out a new washing machine. The last time we'd had the repairman out, he told us not to spend any more money on our loyal old friend. We should just buy a new one. They delivered the new washer today, and I washed our first load. It's nice and quiet. I really like it.
I just can't seem to shake the feeling from Tuesday night. I know appliances only last for so long. We expect them to need replacing from time to time. The way I abuse a washing machine around here, it is amazing that they don't run screaming from the house. Still, we could have had major damage from that incident. If I hadn't gone back in the laundry room, the water would have run until our well ran dry, I guess. A flood in our laundry room would have been the least of our worries.
Some might say it was a coincidence that I saw a couple of things to tidy up in my kitchen and happened to be close enough to realize something strange was happening in the laundry room. I choose to believe in the Providence of my loving Heavenly Father who held me up to give me a chance to avoid some big problems. Is my life problem-free? No, obviously not since I was mopping up water at 11 p.m. God does not keep all trouble far from me, but I do believe that he protects me from much that I will never know on this side of eternity. Whether it's cancer or washing machines, it is such a comfort to know He's watching over me.
Thank You, Heavenly Father, for your care and concern for little old me. Amen
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