God in a Vacuum

I was at Rog’s mom’s (known as ‘G’) apartment most of yesterday morning as the movers packed up her belongings for the long distance run to Spokane. When I departed there about noon, the movers still at it, I implored her to not hesitate to call if she needed any help whatsoever. She assured me she would, but I had my doubts. G’s the kind of person that says she wants to live close to family in case of an emergency, and then drives herself to the ER without letting anyone know until afterwards!

G also is a very neat and dedicated housekeeper and wanted to leave her apartment in at least as good a condition as when she first moved in and as clean as possible. She called Rog about an hour after my departure, saying that her vacuum cleaner had pooped out when she went to use it in her bedroom. Actually asking for help, Rog went over there with our vacuum. It too did not work in that room - but it worked in all the other ones!

Rog vacuumed the remainder of the apartment while G took a much needed sit down break. He spent two hours there, and thanks to the break, the vacuuming being completed, and visiting with her son, G felt revitalized.

God did for G what she would not have done for herself.

She would never have asked for help for something like bringing her some lunch, but to be able to leave a clean apartment, that’s another matter. By the vacuum cleaner not working, and her thinking the problem was with it (even though she had just used it in another room), G felt compelled to seek help for what appeared to be an apartment cleaning issue. What she truly needed was a personal boost, which she got by Rog arriving on the scene. God so arranged it that something important to G required someone else’s assistance, making G willing to ask for help, and Rog provided that help and much more.

We’ll never know, but I’d bet that if we walked into that bedroom today, we’d find that the electricity worked just fine. And, God would surely be smiling.