I ran the plumbing snake down the tub drain in hopes that I'd knock something loose or pull enough debris out to speed it up.
Result? Far slower than before. Hopefully it will drain by morning, I thought. "Well, I've done enough damage for the night," I grumbled to Melis in disgust. And I headed for bed.
It had dissipated by the time I poured a morning bath. I punched the little lever, and with a gurgle the water circled into a whirlpool and rushed down the drain. Nothing was different. Nothing had changed. Well, nothing I did was different; I hadn't changed anything.
Was it something wrong with the mechanism? I don't know, but I've seen God work in such extravagantly practical ways before with no explanation, only a smile.
Thank you, Lord, for turning a plumbing problem into a place of praise.
© Copyright August 2017 by Robert G. Robbins