Never A Dull Moment

I have come to the realization that in the Franklin family there is never a dull moment.


Well, there may be a few dull moments, but they usually happen between the hours of midnight and five a.m., and since we are primarily sleeping during those hours, they don’t really count.

It’s a great life though, and I am thankful that often in the midst of the “adventures”, we’ll call them, I am able to laugh.

Let’s use yesterday as an example:

I flew back to Indy yesterday after a fabulous few days back in DC. My plane was scheduled to depart out of Reagan National Airport at 1:58 pm. We decided to go to church in the morning and then head straight for the airport with plans to get me there by 1:00. One very important thing in this story is that you must remember that it is Memorial Day weekend, which means our Rolling Thunder friends are in town. Much like the Indy 500 is to Indy, the Rolling Thunder is to Washington, DC.

It is a tradition that began in the 1960’s, and has grown each year to where now thousands upon thousands of motorcycles and their drivers descend upon the city from all over the country. There are different events throughout the weekend, all culminating in a massive ride through DC in honor of and as a memorial to our troops. It first began after the Viet Nam war and has grown to encompass veterans from every war since. It is a special event, and it is amazing to see all of them lined up and ready to go out on the ride. Their name suits them well, as they really do sound like a massive thunder storm rolling through town.

But I digress. So there we were, driving down I-66. We get to the Pentagon, and dad needs to stop at the magic money machine. Of course, the exit is closed. Then, we look over to the left and see the entire Pentagon parking lot filled with motorcycles. For those of you who have never seen the Pentagon parking lot before, that’s a LOT of motorcycles. They were getting ready to start their ride, and it was so fun to see them all lined up, waiting for their moment to ride. We managed to find an alternate route to the ATM, and were thankful to find that it still had money (it seems obvious that an ATM would have money, but on holiday weekends in DC, they sometimes forget to put extra in there, and it all gets taken out by visitors rather quickly, leaving unprepared residents moneyless). On we went to the airport, dodging motorcycles, buses and taxis as usual all along the way.

Miracle of all miracles, there was NO line at the security!! So, off I went to my gate, where 3 planes were boarding at the same time. We all shuffled down the stairs and got on hopefully the right bus to take us to our plane(s). I laughed silently as I watched our bus driver pull out a map of all the planes on the tarmac, trying to figure out where ours was. He finally located it, and we hauled ourselves off the bus and on to the plane. Bags under the seat, check. Seatbelt, check. Engines, check. Pilot, check. Off we flew to Indy, landing just in time for the end of the Indy 500. We were able to look out at the Speedway as we landed, seeing all the people getting ready to head home after what I hear was an awesome race with a very unexpected ending.

I get home to find my apartment just as I left it.  All was well and I settled in to enjoy watering my garden. As I turned the hose on I thought it sounded louder than normal, but figured I had just turned it on higher than usual and kept watering my plants for oh, 30 minutes or so. Finally all plants were watered and fed, and I turned off the hose and headed inside for some dinner (That is a whole other fun story of me trying to figure out how to work a charcoal grill for the first time, while also watering my plants and talking on the phone. Haha. It was great fun!). I ate a lovely dinner, made my shopping list and was about to head out for Meijer when I noticed something odd. The carpet by my front door and all under my sofa was wet. Really, really wet. Squishy wet. Since there was nothing I could do, I called maintenance to ask them to come, and then headed to the grocery store (I was determined to get my to-do list done!).

Apparently my hose line busted during the winter and it has been leaking slowly for the past month since the apartment complex turned my spicket back on, only to be greatly exacerbated yesterday when I cranked it on full blast for 30ish minutes. Oops. Thankfully the maintenance guys were able to fix it quickly. They came in with their big machines and sucked all the water out of the carpet, knocked a hole in my wall so they could find the leak (which they found right away) and let the area dry out, and also left me a giant blow dryer I was to leave running for at least 18 hours to dry the carpet after he cleaned and sanitized it. They are coming back tomorrow or Wednesday to fix the pipe and repair the drywall, and in the end, no permanent damage was done.

What made this whole thing so poignant was the sermon from yesterday morning at church. Pastor Lon started a new series on Esther, and the whole sermon was about how life doesn’t always work out the way we expect or want it to, but that God knows what He is doing all the time and in the end He will accomplish what He set out to do. My favorite thing Pastor Lon said is that “it is not our job to evaluate or judge what He is doing with our life. We are called only to trust, and give Him space and time to work and finish what He started.”

What a great truth! It applies to small things like water leaks in my apartment all the way to big things like my future. He knows what He is doing, and in the end we will be able to look back and see the whys. It may take longer than a week, a month or even a year, but it will be worth the wait. And along the way, because I am confident that He knows what He is doing with my life, I can take a few moments to laugh when things happen in a way I don’t expect.

And really, who wants dull moments anyways?

3 thoughts on “Never A Dull Moment

  1. You took that little mishap pretty well. Most people would not. This is the specialness that is our Emily!

    1. Thanks Betsy! You are sweet. I am guessing that my reaction would have been different had I been tired, cranky and not just heard a sermon that called me to remember Who is in control. So I am thankful that the Lord allowed the sermon to come first, then the flood. 🙂 He is so good at knowing what we need just when we need it!

  2. And you know, my dear daughter, that He has been giving us what we need just when we need it for more than 26 years now. I think back to a sermon by Wayne Hala in Iwakuni Japan in August of 1985… Wayne spoke of a father with a brand new baby born with Downs Syndrome, and the father’s response was how awesome that God would entrust he and his wife with a baby so special. Three weeks later at the Air Force base hospital in Yokota, Japan, your mom and I thought of that very sermon and had pretty much the same reaction when we looked at you for the first time… Little did we know just how special you would be…! 🙂 Love you, Dad

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