So many of you have asked about my water situation. In the midst of everything happening I forgot to post about it. The story I am about to tell is pretty crazy and doesn’t make sense (well at least to me).
With everyone home for Christmas we encountered our same problem of having no water, waiting awhile, having water and the cycle continued. I made sure I had bottled water for the essentials: baby formula and coffee. 🙂 After everyone left and it was just Collin and I we had no problems.
The week Dale was put on Hospice I spent quite a bit of time at their house. One night I came home and we only had dribbles coming out of the faucet. I looked around the house to see if water was running anyplace and it was the hot water heater spewing water. I called a plumber to come the next morning. He tried to repair it but I ended up with a new water heater. I got excited and asked the plumber if this could be the reason for our lack of water. “No mam.” After the water heater was installed and the plumber went to turn the water back on–nothing, no water. He told me to call a well guy. I knew I wouldn’t call the last guy because he told me there was nothing more he could do. The plumber gave me a name of a guy that he had done business with previously. They came out the same day.
After the well guys looked around they came upstairs and said, “Mam, there are no wires from the well pump to the electrical box.” “What” “It makes no sense,” they said. “We have never seen anything like it before.” They had taken off the electrical box front to see if the fuse was blown. When they took the black box off there was nothing behind it. I asked them how I could have had water prior to fixing the water heater and they told me I shouldn’t have. But I did! I also asked them if they were trying to pull one over me! The well guys told me they could make a temporary wire on the basement floor from the pump to the fuse box but I would have to get an electrician out to find the wires. They got the well working and took their truck up to the well. The report was that the well is 60 feet deep. The pump was at 53 feet and the water was at 53 feet so the pump was having a hard time sucking up water. They put in a new pump with a tail to go deeper. Water again! Off they go. All the faucets, showers and toilets needed to be run to get the rust and gunk out of the lines. I started to but got water out of one sink in the kitchen not the other. The same thing happened with the bathrooms that have 2 sinks in them. By this time I needed to get over to Dale and Bobbie’s and would deal with it later.
Got home, still same problem. I called the well guy (what is their professional name??). He told me I would have to take off all the faucet and shower screens and clean them out. Great, I’ve never done that. But I figured it out and sure enough they were caked with rust and soot. After getting them all back on we had water!! I turned on the water heater–hot water! Wahoo!!
Now the test, I had 18 people in the house for a few days for Dale’s funeral. Showers, toilets, laundry for Karsten home from college and Whitney and Ty’s (their washer broke right before they came), washing dishes, etc. The water held out the whole time even with better pressure! Thank you Jesus!
The story isn’t over because the electrician needs to come still and find the wires. A mystery.
Before Dale died we were reading Psalm 23 that talks about God as our shepherd. One verse talks about the shepherd leading me besides still waters. That jumped out at me since I was having waters problems then. I was comforted knowing that Dale followed the Good Shepherd and His ways. When the time came God lead him beside the quiet waters as he was ushered into heaven with such comfort and peace.
Water is such a big deal for our survival both here on earth and for eternity. I pray that you choose to follow Jesus, the living water, and are comforted beside the still waters.
On the journey,
Trish