I had the “I don’t have hot water” conversation again recently. However, I knew whilst having the chat that I was not going to have any for some time. I have always looked on the bright side of having a titchy kitchen and a mouldy bathroom and no hot water.
I do have a roof over my head. I have a life partner of twenty five years who now knows everything about me and still wants to stay married to me. I have three lovely children who all have grown into independent young men with their own personalities, strengths and weaknesses. All have inherited certain traits, they all have a shyness which twists my heart when I see them being ignored but love, because it is a part of me they have. I have vehicle that I saved up for and bought for cash, so happy about that. I have really good health (excluding digestion, back and brain). All my bills are paid. I have a lot to be thankful for.
Recently discussions have begun again about doing up the house and the plans get bigger and bigger until the stress spirals in me and I stop the plans mid talk.
This time though, there will be no loans and no debt and the bathroom will be transformed before the winter sets in.
The bathroom is an inaminate object without feelings. If it did I wonder if it would be as scared as I was before jumping through to become a new creation. I wonder if it could feel how excited it will be after the transformation. Made clean by ceramics and porcelain like I was in the living water.
On the last and greatest day of the festival, Jesus stood and said in a loud voice, “Let anyone who is thirsty come to me and drink.
Whoever believes in me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them.”
By this he meant the Spirit, whom those who believed in him were later to receive. Up to that time the Spirit had not been given, since Jesus had not yet been glorified.