When I was in the hospital two weeks ago I became enamored with the water pitcher. I only spoke of these feelings to Jeff though.
Among its best features, it holds a lot of water, has a handle making it easy to carry, comes with a secure lid, and a place for a straw! The more I used the pitcher, the more I liked it, and the more useful I found it to be.
When we were packing up to leave the hospital the nurse asked, “Do you want to take the pitcher with you? It might be helpful while you’re on bed rest.”
Inside I was so excited! My dream of having the water pitcher always with me was coming true! “Um, sure, I guess,” I responded casually. I knew my growing obsession with the pitcher was strange and I didn’t want to scare the nurse.
Jeff and I got in the car. “I get to keep the pitcher!” I exclaimed. “I’m so happy for you,” Jeff responded, always supportive.
So to the nurse at Edwards, whose name I don’t remember, thank you for my water pitcher. It is always by my side.
I was going to draw some spiritual insights about Jesus being the living water, but I got so engrossed in the pitcher story I don’t remember what the transition was. Feel free to comment about how the water pitcher relates to Jesus. 😊
You are not the only one enamored with the water pitcher, my kindered spirit friend! After going through infertility issues before I had Sam, the obtaining the big water cup from the hospital took on a new significance/obsession. When I had him, the cup was my “trophy” for giving birth to my ginormous 10lb 5 oz baby boy:). Also, I had surgery this summer and got to take home a few. It is a thrill every time. Yep, I’m a nerd. Or maybe it is because you and I can find pleasure in the simple things in life. Either way, enjoy your pitcher:)