I have a love affair within my own house, besides with my awesome husband. Weird, I know, but this Dyson vacuum cleaner of mine has long held my devotion.
Before the Dyson DC14 Animal Vacuum entered this house, the crawl space in our basement was a vacuum cemetery. No joke. Parts and pieces lying around, 5, yes, 5, vacuums graced the space, all them dead as doornails. (Ok, I don’t know what that means, but it’s a common saying, so some of you may get the point….)
Until last Monday, in the heat of preparation for Thanksgiving week and guests, when my vacuum had its first issue in about 7 years.
I was cleaning the hair off the roller, had slipped it out of the belt and now, all clean, was returning it to the belt, when…
It broke in half. Very bad day for this to happen. Bad week for this to happen.
Had to jump through some hoops to find the replacement part, and was given a wait-until- the-next-day for our repairman, but I replaced it myself. After all, I’ve done it a thousand times. Or thereabouts.
Needless to say, I was furious at my vacuum. How dare he let me down at such a crucial moment?
My fury didn’t last too long though because once I did start vacuuming, I immediately realized….
WOW. This thing is picking up better. I didn’t think that was possible. The roller is tight and turning very evenly. What an improvement!
As a result of the brokenness, not only had restoration occurred, revitalization had taken place.
So many times, we stomp our feet, shake our heads and say, “Why is this happening?” I’m guilty as charged. But the new cannot be made without the old being destroyed. Our hearts and lives cannot be restored by the Creator unless we agree to new parts. To new life. To being hurt, but restored.
God is still on the throne. And He’s in control.
Are you willing to be broken?