Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Can you Smell That?




Some people are more sensitive to smell than others. My husband is one of those persons.

When our children were small, my hubby would never change a diaper, or clean up after a dog accident. And that is the truth!  Good thing he has a willing wife ready to do the smelly thing!

This particular morning my hubby was cooking breakfast on our electric stove.  Suddenly all the lights went out and sparks flew, and our stove just quit!  Out of the blue he could smell smoke.

Stepping outside to investigate the fuse box, he discovered that the electric panel was on fire. Flames were shooting out and it appeared that our mobile was possibly doomed to also catch on fire.

Keeping his wits about him, he quickly turned off the power at the main pole. Next he grabbed the hose and squirted water until all the fire was extinguished.

After turning the power back on, he discovered that a few plugs in the house were still working, and by using extension cords, he was able to get our refrigerator going.

A quick call to our contractor neighbor on his cell phone - - gave us the name and number of a reliable electrician who showed up late that afternoon. The electrician was able to do some temporary work, and we were thankful that he gave us TV and computer access.   

His promise to return in two days to replace the panel did not come to pass, as apparently there were parts to order that were not available locally. This left us for the week end with temporary fixes and extension cords.

Again he did not return at the time promised, and we found it necessary to leave for a dentil appointment and go about our business.

Leaving him a note on the gate, and penning our three dogs in their small yard; we left, as this would allow him to do his work unhindered by curious animals.

After another no show, we called and left him a message stating that we were wondering where he was. Well finally it all worked out and he arrived with a new panel and a helper and did the installation pronto, and to our liking. We were pleased!

This reminded me to consider all the time we wait; expecting the return of Jesus to happen soon. He keeps putting us off for another day, another week, another year.

However as I read the signs of the times, I think that his delay must have a good reason.  

There must be some more sheep that still need to get into the fold !!


This post was shared at: Shanda's site. Do visit there!
Also shared at The Well spring, do visit there as well.  http://www.lauraboggess.com/2011/08/playdates-with-god-perspective.html


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6 comments:

  1. I'm glad your house didn't suffer more damage than it did. That is a great way to look at matters: if we escape a life or death situation, then there is still work for us to do!

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  2. "Meanwhile, we wait while savoring the smell of all the fires people create in their daily screwing around. It will all come to a conclusion one day, and the only fires will be the incense." Randy K

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  3. Oh, goodness, Hazel, it's a good thing that man of yours has such a sensitive sniffer! Glad no one was hurt and everything worked out in the end. I've been thinking a bit about time too...posted about it just this morning--how's that for coincidence? Isn't God sweet the way He confirms these things?

    Blessings to you!

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  4. Waiting is one of my weaknesses. When I want or need something, I want it now! I know it's not flattering, but true. Some day when true balance is restored to this fallen earth, I know I will be as well. Thanks for helping me to keep a heavenly perspective...

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  5. I'm with Floyd.
    Waiting would be a "growth area" on my performance evaluation.

    But I do it. Kicking and screaming, sometimes--but I do it.

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  6. that was some fast work by your husband.

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