I've been listening to it since the day I moved into my bedroom. I fall asleep to it, and I listen to it like a rambling friend while I'm brushing my teeth in the morning.
Brittanie moved in to the spare bedroom on Friday and one of the first things she said was, "That is going to have to stop."
"What? What's gonna have to stop?"
"You don't hear that?!"
"You don't hear that?!"
I went to Galen (my boss) and said, "Do you mind if I go up to Lowes and buy a part? The water is running inside the tank of our toilet and its driving Brittanie nuts."
He asked how long it'd been running and I answered, "I don't know. I'm guessing since I moved into the room in September..."
And it wasn't until I was ready for church this morning and sitting on my bed journaling that it HIT me.
How much is this like the things I need to get out of my life?
How often does a friend say, "Whoa! That's not okay" and I just stare back at them like I'm confused or would like to crawl in a hole and die?
How often does a friend say, "Whoa! That's not okay" and I just stare back at them like I'm confused or would like to crawl in a hole and die?
Strange as it may sound, I decided to pray that God turn my thoughts/attitude into the same I had when Brit decided the running toilet wasn't such a good idea.
We immediately left for Lowes and during the drive talked about a plan of how to fix it, browsed the plumbing section, bought the gear, and the second we got home I got to work with a determination unmatched.
How often, after a friend pointing out a flaw in the way I'm living my life, do I find wise cousel (prayer) and get together the materials to immediately hop on fixing it?
If I'm being honest with myself, I would say that my attitude is often like that of the one I had before Brittanie said something...
I hear that noise every single night as I fall asleep. I wake up to it. Its a waste of money. And I had become absolutely immune to it.
This is my prayer for the day:
Lord, please change the way I see things. Open my eyes to the little running toilets of my life. To the things I see/do/say every single day without a second thought. I ask for the same alertness that Brittanie had to that running water. Give me a sensitivity to hear those irks and the determination to immediately set about repairing them.
Boom. Convicting.
ReplyDeleteI felt this way on Ash Wed. When the ashes were imposed on my forehead, I could physically feel the weight of all the little running toilets I had gotten so used to that I hardly noticed anymore.
I'll echo this prayer:
"Lord, please let me feel the weight of my sin everyday- not in the spirit of guilt, but in the conviction to align myself more with your will in order to be a part of your holy nation. Thank you for paying my debt on the cross, and making every day new again."