From “The Lizard Lounge” Series on Clay
Below is the next installment in “The Lizard Lounge Series on Clay,” a wet-n-wild little piece about disasters—house AND spiritual varieties. Here is a link to the whole series, if you’re just tuning in. (And here’s a link that explains the whole “Lizard Lounge” bit.)
Who knew my earthly home could teach me so much about the journey toward my heavenly one…?
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Stepping into my dark kitchen one evening after work I heard a sound I wasn’t expecting…
*squish*? I thought. Tennis shoes on tile don’t usually make that sound. *squeak* maybe or *kerplop*—but *squish*?
I made my way across the room to flip on the light switch.
That can’t be good…
And it wasn’t. With the light on I could see that the kitchen was standing in water. While barely a half-inch deep (so far), standing water of any depth in one’s home is not a good situation. Not a problem on tile floors, but…
…wood floors. Please no, I prayed silently as I set out on a tour of the rest of the house.