Just the Right Spot

 I've had enough plumbing and house maintenance problems this past week that I didn't need any more! The sprinkler system in my yard had a faulty zone, the toilet acted up and then the garbage disposal motor died.  All these things got taken care of, as I kept writing checks to repairmen. But one pesky little problem in my shower was not yet fixed and I was holding off on calling for help.

The faucet knob in the shower was not shutting off correctly, causing a very small, slow, steady drip from the shower head. A few days ago I tried turning the knob at an extremely slow rate, pausing a bit as I went, to see if the drip would stop. "There! I think I hit the spot!" I mused to myself. Sure enough, the drip had stopped in that one precise spot.  So, the next time I took a shower I knew I would need to find that exact spot again. It was tricky, and took patience, but I found it again and the drip stopped.

Yesterday after my shower, I wondered to myself if I would be able to continue to find that perfect, precise spot. I was in a bit of a hurry, so I was moving it back and forth much too quickly and the drip kept coming. "Slow down," I chided myself. "It takes patience and forebearance to find it." Yes. There it is. The drip stopped, and I smiled. Patience, forebearance, accuracy. Perhaps that is a definition of the RECALIBRATION I wrote about a few blogs ago. It's all a part of what the Lord is teaching me and perhaps many others, in this season. We cannot move too fast. It's a season to step lightly and move gently as world seems to spin out of control. If we stay quiet, we have a much better chance of hearing that still, small Voice that guides us to just the right spot. 

Now I can even apply this to the burial of my sweet husband John's ashes. After his death I had shipped them to his children to be buried in a plot in Columbus, Georgia, with his mother and father. This was almost nine months ago I sent the ashes out, believing I was honoring the family's wishes. But months dragged by and nothing was happening. No burial.  No explanations. I spent months feeling unsettled. Yes, I KNOW John Mills is in Glory with Yeshua, living an eternal life of unimaginable joy! So it's hard to explain, but for me, there was a part of the grieving process that was unfinished and I could not find peace. 

First, the ashes spent the winter and spring on his daughter's fireplace mantle. Then one of John's grandsons had them and took "John" for a ride through the Georgia mountains. It seemed that no one had found the RIGHT SPOT. Patience, forebearance, accuracy. WHERE IS THE RIGHT SPOT?  Eventually, last week I had a very sweet conversation with John's daughter. She said she felt that the ashes had not been buried because they really needed to come back home to me in Colorado. "Being with you in the last fourteen years of his life was the only happiness my Daddy ever really had. We are sending his ashes back to you and you will find THE RIGHT SPOT."

Recalibration! I looked back at the blog I wrote on June 4, 2025 titled "Recalibration," all about the wonderful road trip I took, and found what I wrote there: "I sensed that God was recalibrating me by restoring all these beloved relationships to me."  Praise You, Yeshua, my heavenly Bridegroom! You truly are doing a work of recalibration and restoration, and now even this sacred relationship with my husband is finding restoration as his ashes come back to me!

I already knew where the RIGHT SPOT was for his resting place. I buried his ashes yesterday morning under the grapevines, beneath a blue sky filled with billowy clouds and I spoke these words: "You are dust and to dust you shall return. All of us go down to the dust, yet even at our grave we make our song: Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Amen."

As I stood there in the holy silence of the moment, something appeared to me that I've never seen up close before. A tiny hummingbird with green and brownish/gold wings, shimmering in the sunshine, came up within inches of me and stayed there for at least a full minute. I could clearly see its tiny eyes and hear the whirring of its wings. Tears escaped my eyes as I came to know that I know that I found just the RIGHT SPOT for my John.