As water poured like Niagara Falls from the ceiling, my daughter called me in a tearful panic. I walked her through shutting the water off to the bathroom and told her to call the rental office immediately.
But, the story doesn't end there.
After the plumber came to fix the water and bade her good night, the plaster started falling, leaving a gaping hole in her kitchen ceiling, and moldy, sodden plaster all over her newly cleaned kitchen floor. Poor kid.
As soon as we possibly could, her father and I came to help her clean up. My husband showed her how to handle the moldy plaster safely and how to dry out the damaged place so the hole could be covered until the landlord repairs it. I just gave her lots of hugs and told her that everything would be all right.
Sometimes sin is like the holes in the plaster after a flood. When we commit a major sin, even though we confess it, the damage to our lives and to our souls is still there. Some holes are too big for us to patch alone. When we try to do it without God's help, sometimes we end up making an even bigger mess.
Like my daughter calling her father to help her patch the holes, we can always call on the Father for help in repairing the damage we have done by our sins. Sometimes it takes time, but if we let Him, God will always heal our lives.
The choice is ours to make: Do we make the call, or not?