We lived in a little East Texas town with a population of about twelve hundred for a couple of years. While we were there, my husband let me plant roses to my heart’s content, and I enjoyed taking care of them.
We were going to Nebraska for a long weekend, so I made sure to water all the roses the last thing before we left. Four days later, we drove back down the street to our house and noticed a lot of water in the ditch by the road. “That’s strange.”
“Did you leave the water running?” my husband asked me.
“No.” Surely not!
Oh but I did. I left the hose running for four days straight!
The next day a man from the city stopped by our house and said that they noticed we had used a lot more water than usual so he was going to check to see if there was a leak. Embarrassed, I admitted that I accidentally left the water on while we were gone for the weekend. He told me it was going to cost me a lot of money.
“I tell you what,” he said. “Just go down to the city hall and tell them there was a leak. They’ll ask me, and I’ll vouch for you. I’ll tell them it was a leak.”
I don’t remember what I said to the guy, but how I wanted to go along with his plan! It would have been so easy, but it wasn’t right. I knew it. My husband knew it. God knew it. And the water guy also knew it was a lie. So I went down to the city building and paid the bill, all $500 of it! I still cringe when I think of it.