And to all a good night

I'm not really sure why I feel like the only blog-worthy things in my life are the calamities I find myself in, but I do. I should do better. I could have written about my trip home for Thanksgiving to see my family (and trying to teach my 7-month-old nephew to crawl!) or creating lime green icing to decorate "truck cookies" to celebrate Rob's 2nd anniversary with Servpro or my Christmas-candy-making-marathon with my friend Rachel or singing my little heart out to try and become a SingStar in my cousin's living room. We have a real exciting life, I tell you. But I would like to share with you, instead, about Nashvegas Falls- discovered in my garage yesterday.

Now, you know that Rob (and I) own a Servpro franchise. One of their specialties is "Water Damage Restoration." Basically, this means that when people have a leak, or flood, that gets into their home, Rob's guys come to the rescue to clean up the water and make sure mold doesn't invade the place. I used to struggle with the idea that Rob's work thrives when others are experiencing personal disasters (I hate watching the weather and thinking, "ooh, there could be some frozen pipes tonight!"). Anyway, I expressed this internal battle the other day to a friend who is a pediatric oncologist. He reminded me that KIDS have to have CANCER for him to have a job. He wins; his job is much worse. I digress.

Yesterday night (the night before last night), Rob and I were all snuggled warm in our bed while visions of sugar plums and peppermint bark danced in my head... when I was rudely awaken by what sounded like someone filling a bathtub at the foot of our bed. "Rob- Babe- Get up-- WHAT IS THAT?" "Huh?" "Is that water? DID OUR HOT WATER HEATER JUST EXPLODE?!?" Remember- this was at around 5:15, and we weren't exactly awake. We both got up and fumbled around for our glasses and sweatshirts and shoes (our hot water heater is in the garage, where we knew it was cold) and made our way downstairs. What to our wondering eyes should appear? Nashvegas Falls! I guess it was really more like a bubbling spring, flowing forth from under our hot water tank. Either way, it was not beautiful or wondrous. It took us a few minutes to find the water shut-off valve, but I (ahem, WE) did and managed to stop the gushing before the water rose deep enough to wet the drywall and seep into our living room. Whew! I tried to get Rob to call into his own answering service and leave a message for his office manager that we needed a crew to come out and clean it all up, but it really wasn't that bad, and he didn't think she would be amused at 5:30. Probably not. In fact, Rob was so relieved that the water hadn't come into the house that he wanted to go back to bed and deal with it after the sun came up. He's the professional, so that's what we did!

After we got up again, we called our Home Shield warranty people, and the nice lady there sent Jerry over to fix our pipe. It turns out that the hot water heater was fully intact; the fitting on the pipe leading into the tank had come undone. Jerry pulled out his handy little blow torch and had us fixed up in less than 30 minutes. And we went to bed last night to the soothing sound of air movers in our garage. Ah, what an exciting life we lead.

One of my goals this Christmas has to not get stressed out by the "stuff" and focus on Jesus. I think I've been pretty successful too. We had one crazy weekend of four parties rolled into two days (but that was actually the first weekend of December) and it's been a fairly chilled out month. And here I am on Christmas Eve morning, sitting on my couch in my sweats with the presents all wrapped under my fantastically simple tree, catching up on my blog, with nothing on my "to-do" list for today except the Christmas Eve service at church tonight, which I'm really looking forward to. Oh, and the air movers in the garage. It's a peaceful morning. I think I might grab a fresh cup of coffee and my Bible, turn off "The View" and pop in Casting Crowns' Christmas CD, and sit & enjoy Jesus for a while, who came into this world as a baby for the sole purpose of giving us access to God Almighty. Come, Lord Jesus.


What a Holy Night. Peace to you.