No matter the context in which the word "leak" appears, it generally means something bad. And we have been beset with a host of them of late. Our most recent was a water leak near Moses' Tabernacle in the Passion Play's Holy Land. It's somewhat ironic that because of a water issue in the wilderness, Moses was denied entry into the Promised Land, but then again, so were all but two of the original exodusers from Egypt. We think the leak was found and repaired, but it took three tries, a lot of hours of labor and some very tired and weary people.
As we fought that leak, I was fighting a window frame leak in our motor home which has grown steadily worse and will need repair for the second time. My "fixes" have not worked and it will require a trip to Searcy, AR in 10 days to have it looked at again. That will mean our first time on the road since the end of April when we arrived here in Eureka Springs. Hopefully the leak in our right front hub was just an overfilled reservoir and not anything more serious. The opinion of most is that we will be fine.
We've had a steady stream of flat tires due to the nature of the road surfaces here and whether it is a golf cart, a back hoe, a pick-up or a motor home or trailer, we have become very adept at fixing leaky tires and it is important to have a supply of replacements ready or a plug ready to be installed to stop the leak.
Our leaks may not be of the news-making kind like that at UCLA, Edward Snowden, the VA whistleblowers or the computer hackers of recent days, but they are part of the fabric of life for all of us and a diversion from the normal routine we seek and strive for. While I don't enjoy hearing that we've "sprung a leak", I'm grateful that we have the means to fix them and go on with life. We just need to be persistent to find the pinhole which may be the cause of the problem and then stick with it to get it resolved. In 1982, Karen and I went to Hawaii for the Ironman Triathlon and after we toured the Kilauea Volcano area, we came home to find that the Volcano had begun to flow and it has never stopped for the past 32 years. Now there's a BIG leak. I'm glad they haven't called us to try to fix that one. We'll leave that one to the Master Plumber and handle the more routine ones which come our way, always with His grace and mercy. Thank You, Lord.
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