I've Been Schooled.

Turning the faucet in the bathroom sink, I stared in disbelief as the sink coughed and sputtered. That was at 9:00 in the morning.
All day, my husband and I were checking the faucets, hoping the water would return. Instead, we were met with more coughing and sputtering.
The dishes stacked in the sink stuck together and seemed to glare at me because I had been too tired to wash them the night before.
Finally, we just decided to leave the faucet on so we would hear the glorious moment when the water would come back. And so we waited.
And waited.
And waited some more.
Fred went to the store to buy water in case the water hadn't returned by nightfall.
Time passed.
We fed the baby. Joseph ate his Sweet Potatoes with such great gusto, that they not only found their way into his mouth, but into the folds of his neck, his nose, his eyes and his leg rolls.
And still, the water didn't return.
The humidity rose, and we wiped away beads of sweat.
And still, the water didn't return.
I made phone calls to find out if anyone else had their water shut off, and finally discovered that a pipe had broken in our apartment complex. I called the water company, and they said that they were waiting for the workers to call them so they could deliver the part that was needed to restore water. "It should be fixed by this evening," the employee said.
Night fell. And still, the water didn't return.
By this time, I had realized that the water probably was not going to come back for some time. The faucet was turned off and baby was put to bed (after being wiped down with baby wipes, of course). The sky darkened and the temperature cooled.
Finally, at about 11:30 P.M., I decided that it was time to go to bed. But, before I went to sleep, I decided to turn on the faucet one last time.
And fresh, cold water tinkled into the sink.

As I'm sure you can imagine, I was greatly annoyed that we had been deprived of water for an entire day. Dishes and laundry couldn't be washed, showers couldn't be taken, and meals couldn't be cooked- and the baby was irritable because he didn't get his nightly bath.
However, after my "poor me" pity party, I realized that God was trying to teach me something.
All day, I had been eagerly awaiting the water. EVERYTHING centered around the water coming back. After all, we need it to wash, cook, clean, and most importantly, to drink. I can't count the number of times I checked and double checked the faucets, making sure I had really turned on the faucet in the bathroom and didn't just imagine that I had.

And then, I heard a still, quiet voice within me say, "My child, how often are you this zealous about Me?" How often do we focus on living a Christocentric life? After all, He is the Living Water that nourishes our souls. He created us from nothing, and if He didn't think of us for even and instant, we would cease to exist. How little He is thought of daily, and yet, when He hides His Face from us, we realize how much we needed to rely on Him all along.

Lesson learned.