sat up in my bed after waking up from an unsettling dream.  For a moment I was frozen trying to clear my mind’s cobwebs and that’s when I heard it.  The sound was unmistakable.  It was the sound of moving water, almost like the sound of a toilet flushing. The only problem was that there were only two people in the house – my one-year-old niece and me. 

While I believe her to be gifted and special, she was not big enough or smart enough to navigate the trip upstairs to the restroom.  I thought about what to do next only to realize that I had to investigate the issue.  If something was seriously wrong, I needed to know so I could respond as quickly as possible. 

Nervously, I tip toed past the baby’s crib and headed down into the basement.  As I stepped down the sounds of water became louder and louder.  In fact, it sounded as if I were in the middle of an aquarium.  “Lord Jesus” I sighed as I listened to the water running loudly in the pipes.  I didn’t know what the problem was, but I knew that my sister and brother in-law had left me in charge of their child and home.  As the sounds of water continued, I wondered what to do next. 

It was 3AM. 

I checked around and there were no signs of water, but I couldn’t ignore what I was hearing.  I worried that at any moment a pipe would burst and I’d be fleeing the house with my niece in tow a la Titanic style.