Being me Jesus Voices in my head

The belly of the whale, part 2

Find part 1 here

The door handle on the bathroom turned uselessly in my hand. I jiggled it, I pushed it, I pounded on the heavy wooden door. Nothing happened. I was trapped in the bathroom of my office for 13 hours. It was 6 p.m. on a Wednesday night. The cleaning crew had been in the office the night before. All my coworkers had gone home. My boss didn’t come in until 7 a.m. No one was going to hear me as I pounded on that door.

I was stuck.

So, I did what any resourceful girl would do. I turned into friggin’ MacGyver in that bathroom. There was a tiny hole for a hex wrench in the side of the doorknob, and I tried to insert anything I could into it to dismantle the knob – my earring post, the edge of my metal watch band, the random Altoids tin in the storage cabinet over the toilet. Nothing worked. I contemplated climbing up on the toilet and popping a tile out of the false ceiling, so I could climb out of the bathroom and over into the unfinished storage room across the hall. But, with the luck I was currently having, I’d likely have crashed through the ceiling halfway through the trip, and then been locked in the bathroom with broken bones. And unless I really WAS MacGyver, I wasn’t going to fasten a rappelling harness out of tampon strings and garbage bags. So, no to that plan.

I still hadn’t abandoned the “dismantle the doorknob” plan, however. I was back on my knees, trying to see how to take it apart and pull the components out of the door frame. As I looked at it, I heard a voice in my head – a voice I hadn’t heard before, but one that was clear, distinct, and ever-so-slightly exasperated with me.

“Does this feel like the belly of the whale?” the voice said.

And my voice said, out loud, “Oh, man…”

I knew who that voice was. I knew what He was referring to. And I knew what I had to do.

Stay tuned…

1 thought on “The belly of the whale, part 2”

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.