Since May, I have had a series of water related “disasters” in my home. It began with having my entire roof replaced, which lead to a ceiling leak in my living room (which still hasn’t been fully repaired), then an AC pan leak in my attic on the first day of school – causing the ceiling to fall in my bathroom bedroom – to the latest. A burst portion of my hot water tank. Imagine me and an exercise in futility, attempting to wrap duct tape around a water tank spewing water, while I frantically tried to figure out which one of these darn knobs turns off the water?!?!? Oooh! This one. Wait…. why is it spinning like that? OH NO. It’s broken, too! *sigh*
While these things could be chalked up to the normal wear and tear of a 15 year old townhome, I can’t help asking myself “What is God trying to tell me?” WHYYYYYY am I being hit left and right with all of this water? What does it symbolize?
The last time that I experienced an in-home home water related “disaster” was right around the same time, 20 years ago, in a townhome far, far away (Tallahassee to be exact). My upstairs toilet exploded – leading to the entire ceiling collapsing in my living room.
Back then, that flood was the catalyst to a series of life-changing events. I know that dreams of water can symbolizes may things. I can’t help but wonder what happens when dreams of water are actually manifesting as reality and what that could possibly mean. While, I try to figure it out, I have Lauryn Hill’s “Just Like The Water” on replay. Her Unplugged album was full of symbolism of her re-connection to Christ. Maybe that’s my meaning of all of this too.
Moving down the streams of my lifetime
Pools of fascination in my sleep
Cooling off the fire of my longing
Warming up my cold with in his heat
Melting down the walls of inhibition
Evaporating all of my fears
Baptizing me to complete submission
Desolving my condition with his tearsIt’s just like the water
I ain’t felt this way in years
It’s just like the waters, the water
I ain’t felt this way in yearsCoursing through my senses he’s prevailing
Floating through the space of my design
Drowning me i find my inside sailing
Drinking in the mainstream of his mind
Filling up the cup of my emotions
Spilling over into all I do
If only I could get lost in his ocean
Surviving on the thought of loving youIt’s just like the water
I ain’t felt this way in years, in years
It’s just like the water, the water
I ain’t felt this way in yearsBathing in the fountain of his essence
He causes my expression to remain
Humbled on the mountain by his presence
Washing my intentions with his name
Sealing all the floodgates of his passion
Saving all his liquid for his own
Moisturizing me to satisfaction
In my imagination, oh no
He’s pouring out his soul to me for hours and hours
Drawing out my nature with his hands
Yearning, I’m so thirsty for his power
Burning to be worthy of his landIt’s just like the water
I ain’t felt this way in years, in years
It’s just like the waters, the water
I ain’t felt this way in yearsCleaning me, he’s purging me, and moving me around
He’s bathing and he’s cleaning me, and moving me around
Around, and around and around. and around
Washing me, cleaning me, moving me around
He’s purging me, he’s been cleaning me and moving me around
And around. and around