It stood tall in the corner; although, dirty showing definite signs of abuse. John had asked me to vacuum the little front room where he had stored all his tools and supplies. The room was visibly in need of cleaning with white texture particles littering the floor. The carpet stunk of humidity mixed with the stench of pet odor and mildew. Dark stains patterned the edges near the walls. Screws, nails, and wire were strewn about as well.
The little vacuum was bagless with a hepa filter, and a cone inverter. I detached the hard plastic container, and emptied it into the trash can.
“Not much in there,” I mused. “It is probably stopped up.” However, I turned it on and began to push it back and forth stirring the powdery dirt into a cloud. I couldn’t get this job done without some work on this vacuum.
I turned it off and flipped it over to check the opening by the roller brush. “Yep! It was clogged.” Needing something to stick down in there and loosen the dirt, I stood to go get some tools. As I jammed a fish-hook remover with an alligator clip at the end, I thought about how I sometimes get stuck and cannot function. I laughed out loud wondering if my higher power uses tools that weren’t really made for fixing me, like I was with this vacuum.
Oh, I clamped onto a wad of something solid! As I pulled it out, I instantly smelled urine, and saw a clump of dirt mixed with short dog hair. Why, oh why do folks think you can vacuum up pee soaked dog hair from a carpet? For some time I pulled more and more wet hair from the opening. When I had finally gone as far as I could reach with the alligator clip, I detached the other end of the hose, shoved a slightly curved crowbar deep into it, and twisted as hard as I could breaking loose the same nasty contents from that end. I finally freed the air space there and that vacuum worked like it was brand new.
I couldn’t stop thinking about that vacuum cleaner for days. The owner had to have spent at least $75 to buy it, and then used it to suck up urine soaked dog hair. I guess when it quit working well, she abandoned it.
I wondered why people throw perfectly good stuff away when they could put some effort into saving it. It occurred to me that I do it often with myself. I work hard obtaining something worth while, and then I sabotage it. Finally, I give up and abandon the thing. I realized why I couldn’t stop thinking about the vacuum. God was using a dirty, stopped up vacuum and a fish-hook remover to clear the negative soaked ideas from my brain.
I laughed out loud this time as I understood that cleaning up the debris in our heads and hearts is just a normal daily task for Him. It is something He chooses to do, just as I did with that vacuum rather than throw it away. He will never throw us away. His investment in us is a lot greater than the $75 bucks we would spend on a vacuum. His love is far more reaching than an alligator clipped fish-hook remover, or a crow bar.
I’m so happy He is patient with me, and helps me to become as if I’m brand new each time I get stopped up!