well, as a follow-up to the story of the clogged bathroom... the short conclusion is that we've never been so deperate one moment, and relieved the next. and that God is real.
the next morning when we woke up, the first thing most of us checked was the bathroom. we saw that the water had mostly evaporated (we have a heated bathroom floor, remember?) but hasn't actually subsided. our hearts sank. the girls got on the phone with their dads, who both concluded that we needed a long pole to clear it cos our snake was too flimsy. we tried that, but it didn't seem to work. so we trooped down to the supermarket to buy some chemical to pour down. obviously we couldn't understand the labels on the bottle so we asked this random guy for help, and he looked at us with eyes wide open and repeatedly told us to be careful cos the solution was very acidic. we were quite happy to hear that actually, there was hope.
back home, we had to first clear the remaining water before we could actually pour the acid down. so i decided to start mopping, but debbie was a lot braver, she decided to get a cup and clear the water out with her bare hands. i dunno how many times she stuck her hand into that drain hole... but she did garner a lot of respect, especially from the boys, that morning.
so, in went the acid. nothing happened. we waited 1 hour... but still no signs of improvement. david decided to try to plunge again, so he filled up the hole with water to dilute the acid. nothing seemed to be working, and i decided that we should just call the plumber just to enquire. so debbie did, and to our horror, it was 3000dkk an hour for their services because it was a public holiday....!?!? we expected it to be expensive, but almost 900SGD per hour is INSANE. if we waited till monday (3 more days) it would be 700-800 dkk per hour. that was still expensive, but we were starting to psycho ourselves that it was affordable once we split it 5 ways...... and we got mentally prepared to go to yocksong's place to bathe.....
and just as suddenly as the toilet started to flood, we heard a swirling sound. like debbie later said, there was never a sound so sweet- than water going down the drain. and it went down real fast. just as we stood there, still, exasperated and completely at a loss, a miracle happened. we all stared at david, who was still holding the plunger in his hand. and he was grinning like a silly boy, and he said 'I prayed'.
it wasn't as if we haven't been praying all through last night. but we weren't desperate enough i guess. God chose the time when we've completely emptied ourselves of all solutions and strength, and he caused the water to go down. hallelujah, for it was truly nothing short of a miracle. once again, He showed us how weak we were, and gave us such a wonderful opportunity to praise His name and testify of His goodness to us.
so whenever someone asks about our toilet, and how we solved the problem in the end, i'll tell them that the answer,
was prayer.
Amen.
"We come by prayer, and that prayer broken; with confession,
and that confession faulty; with praise, and that praise far short of His
merits; but yet He receives us. We come diseased, polluted, worn out, and
worthless; but He doth in no wise cast us out. Let us come again today to Him who never casts us out."-Spurgeon
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