We noticed the hot electrical smell before we noticed smoke trailing from underneath. No doubt about it: our microwave was dead.
Although I cannot recall when we purchased it, that handy appliance served us well for many years. I never doubted when I pushed those digital buttons that my chicken would soon be thawed or my veggies would be hot when I opened that little door.
I remember life before the microwave. We warmed leftovers on the stovetop or in the oven. My mom used a nifty pan divided into three sections to reheat her little “dabbies” of this and that so it was all ready at the same time. She ruled as the Queen of Leftovers! This kitchen routine worked fine, especially since no other alternative existed.
Then came a new-fangled marvel. The microwave oven. Our family, however, would “never own one.” It was a dangerous, brain cell-destroying, disease-causing, blinding-if-you-looked-in-it-while-it-was-on, surely soon-to-be-taken-off-the-market phenomenon. Not us! Too risky.
Many years have passed, and now we have a problem. We cannot live without a microwave. Our diets have been mechanically restricted. (How do I make popcorn?) I’ve considered suggesting we eat out until we get a new one, but the cost of that would most likely exceed the purchase of a new appliance. I believe that’s also known as being spoiled!
Let me also mention that our current clothes dryer randomly leaves black marks on our shirts and pillowcases, and our dishwasher is on strike, refusing to dry the dishes. Our appliances seem to be wearing out all at the same time. Man, life sure is difficult.
No. Life is not difficult. I’ve just gotten lazy. I’ve basically handicapped myself in my dependence upon machines. I’ve grown up accustomed to time and effort-saving appliances to the point I almost feel like a pioneer woman without electricity.
We hope to be moved into our new home within the next two or three weeks. It comes equipped with a functioning microwave, clothes dryer, and dishwasher. It would be rather ridiculous for us to spend money buying new appliances now. So I guess we will continue in survival mode. We can make it, I guess. Barely!
Now, not to sound overly pessimistic, but I understand the appliances in our new house will eventually spring leaks and wear out bearings and motors, too. Everything in this life has a lifespan. It’s merely a fact of life.
But, here’s the good news. I have a home being prepared for me in which nothing will ever break down or even need a tune-up (including this getting-older body)! It’s in my Father’s house, and He paid my mortgage over two thousand years ago on the cross of Calvary. It’s not just a dream home. It’s my someday home!
What did I do to deserve such treatment? Nothing. I DON’T deserve it. I could never do anything to merit such reward. It comes as a gift of God’s love. God became my Heavenly Father when I accepted Him many years ago as my personal Savior from the penalty of my sin. Oh, how I long to see His face to thank Him for such grace.
Some day I will. And I will live with Him.
Meanwhile, as I fumble through these days of broken down possessions, I eagerly await the day He calls me Home. Until then, I seek to do everything I can as His child to make Him pleased. And, I want to tell everyone I know that He desires to provide a place for them, too.
This broken-down world is not my real home. I’m just traveling through, trying to lay treasures up where thieves and rust do not corrupt. And I keep looking forward to my Forever Home!