My roof leaks. I’ve been up on it twice in the past week (scared to death I might add) but can’t find where the water is getting in. I squirt a little caulk here and there just for good measure. Redoing the roof is very expensive so I avoid that option. The bucket in the closet is effective in catching the drips and keeping them out of our first floor ceiling. And then it doesn’t rain for a bit and I blithely go about my day having forgotten that I have a problem…until the next rain and I hold my breath. Maybe it won’t leak this time.
Sounds a little like some counselees. They recognize there is a problem. They make a quick attempt to fix it. The cheap version (talk to a friend, go to one counseling session, etc.) doesn’t solve the problem but the more expensive one (ongoing therapy) seems prohibitive. Anyway, the problem seemed to go away a bit, so the counselee puts the problem on the back burner and then is surprised with the problems return a bit later.
Maybe a tarp would work but I’m too proud for that. So, the bucket remains for now until I can’t live with the dripping anymore.
Musings on Faith and Psychology 