Niagara Falls! I can't turn the faucet off. I clearly did something wrong. The plumber is coming tomorrow (sigh) and I'll learn what I did wrong. At least I have the parts, so I shouldn't have to re-buy those. (Sheesh... here's hoping!)
I was not pleased, of course. I really like to learn to do whatever repairs I can. My mother had some traditional views (certain repairs she wouldn't touch because they were "best left to a man" -- some of these things I now do without batting an eyelash). But she knew how to rewire lamps, re-web lawn chairs, re-upholster furniture, and a number of other things. My father was a good-natured, thoughtful man who happily maintained and repaired what he could, and called someone in when the task was out of his scope. My parents were good role models. I'm not afraid to try basic repairs, but I know my limits.
In the last few decades I've learned to install window shade brackets, reputty windows, clean lawnmower filters, patch cracks in walls, put cabinets together, change a showerhead (which is when I learned about plumbing Teflon tape), prune trees, repair plaster, and more. Once I somehow even assembled a lawnmower.
I don't know what went wrong today, but like I said, I'll find out tomorrow (kaching, kaching).
But here's the part I really liked today. Jesus walked me through the whole thing, and except for one loud cry of exasperation after "Niagara Falls," it all went down really joyfully. He's still feeling joyful about this day, and so am I.
This is clear evidence to me that He is teaching me mighty new things, not necessarily about plumbing (yet) but about resting in Him, abiding in Him. He is living in and through me -- could anything be more wonderful?
And tomorrow I'll have running water again. It doesn't get better than this. :)