Our basement flooded last week. We have been busy bailing out and salvaging memories. It has been a time-consuming, soggy mess.
Somehow I was so busy playing with Wynn that I didn’t hear the basement filling up with water as it happened . . . I walked down to the basement about mid-morning with baby on hip and basket of laundry in hand and stepped into ice cold water that was above my ankles. I gasped out of raw shock-mostly because of the freezing cold-and then my eyes slowly took in the scene and my mind started to grasp what had happened as I watched a pair of baby booties float by in ripples of rain water.
As I sit writing, we are finally on the other side of the clean-up, which included a team of professionals, soggy carpet removal and approximately 1,000 loads of laundry. There isn’t a shred of clutter left to my name-a bright spot, I suppose. Our load has been lightened to say the very least. I cried because I had to throw out the guest book from our wedding-pages torn and bleeding ink-it simply couldn’t be saved. Plus stacks of old photos in water-laden albums.
I am reminded for the second time in as many years that waters may rise but that it is no matter, for my savior walks on water and my treasure He safe guards in heaven.