An interesting few days, to say the least.
DW and I feel as if our house has had the 48-hour virus complete with the runs, for the rains that we have been experiencing since Sunday have hit us above and below virtually nonstop.
DW’s been handling the flooding upstairs (we can’t stop the rain from
seeping flowing through the “sealed” windows, and I’ve been pumping out the ankle-high water that keeps rushing in from the basement door (also “sealed”) and the old concrete foundation.
Our poor house. It just cannot wait for a little sunshine to make it feel better….
Amidst all the disaster and the destruction, DW and I have maintained a very peaceful calm, even at the height of the storm late sunday night when we were taking turns with the wet-dry vac between floors. When such situations occur, you can waste an awful amount of energy in fighting it, resisting it, complaining about it.
Instead, we chuckled. We have joked for weeks about getting to the ocean….We figured that, if we weren’t going to it, it was going to come to us. And it did in biblical proportions…
The truth is, we knew that the only way to resolve the problem was to care for it, as if it were ailing. Ask it what it needed to get better, and then serve.
And serving we’ve been doing this whole time.
We lost many books, all the carpet, plenty of pictures…and we’ve learned a few things as well about what can stay on the ground and what can’t.
But most importantly, we learned that it’s always about attitude and how you approach any situation, any event that you don’t necessarily invite into your life. Sometimes, the floods just come, and you need to flow with them to see the sun on the other side of the storm….