A Hallowed Bathroom

E29. 

I stared at my washing machine as it blinked error code E29 at me. I blinked back, hoping somehow it would fix itself if I turned the knob to a different wash setting. No such luck. The code persisted. 

It had been a very long week and an even longer night. My allergies had flared up, even with allergy medicine, and I missed the 3 months of respite I had enjoyed in dry northern California. After doing a bit of research online, I figured out I must be allergic to dust and danger, which unfortunately was very difficult to eradicate, particularly in the humid air of Istanbul. I made a list of the preventive measures recommended to try to help reduce the level of dust mites in my apartment:

• Wash bedding and pillows in 60-degree water
• Vacuum and mop regularly
• Dust with a microfiber cloth (I used a wet wipe)
• Spray eucalyptus on sofas, mattresses, rugs (apparently it could kill dust mites)

I set about doing battle with the invisible mites. I vacuumed, mopped, and dusted, but realized I was probably fighting a losing battle as visible specks of dust appeared on the black living room side table just minutes after I had dusted it. Regardless, I told myself my house was clean and it should help my allergies. My nose, however, didn't seem to hear as it ran its own marathon. 

After a relaxing evening with friends over for a meal, I noticed a tightening of my chest, some wheezing, and of course, the invariably drippy nose. I didn't know if it was my immune system overreacting to all the cleaning I had done that day, the strawberries we enjoyed for dessert (I was sensitive to strawberries in the US but hadn't had the same reaction so far in Turkey), or anxiety. I drank a liter of water, took charcoal, did steaming with eucalyptus, and sat by the open window. I couldn't take another dose of Allerclear yet, so all I could do was wait. 

Around 2 am, I finally dozed off, sitting up as straight as I could on our two-person couch, propped up by four pillows. I woke up 3 hours later feeling like I could breathe a little easier but continued to sleep somewhat intermittently for the rest of the night and into the morning. 

I'm going to the library to study, my husband told me as he finished his fat breakfast sandwich and I wandered into the kitchen to get some water. I nodded, my mind already whirring with thoughts of the things I needed to get done that day. I had to prep my English class and finish onboarding for a remote temp job. As he packed his backpack, I stripped the quilt covers from our bed and chose several pillow cases along with a fitted sheet from my linen closet to rewash in 60-degree water. 

See you later, he said. I stood by the door, watching him disappear down the stairwell, then returned to the bathroom where I shoved the quilt covers into our 8-kg Grundig washing machine. As I was adding the laundry detergent, I heard a knock at the door. 

I'm coming, I called out, and hurried back down the hallway to unlock the door. 

I forgot my headphones, I hung them up on the wall, my husband stood patiently waiting at the door so he wouldn't have to take his shoes off to come in. I went to his study to retrieve them. 

They're not hanging up, I called out. 

Check the bed, he replied. 

I checked and sure enough they were there, thrown haphazardly under a corner of the sleeping bag he burrowed under in the winter's cold. I grabbed them and went back to our front door. 

Thank you! he grinned, as I watched him go down the stairs again. 

I checked the washing machine one more time and decided I would wash the pillow case covers with the fitted sheet in a second load as the quilt covers were rather bulky and there was limited space inside the drum. I closed the door and spun the knob from its off position to the right, expecting to see the digital display light up with water temperatures and timings. 

E29 appeared. 

I remembered I'd had a problem before with an error code but it was related to the door not registering as being closed. I'd usually just opened and reclosed it a couple of times which reset whatever sensor was inside. I couldn't remember what the error code was, but I figured it was the same one, so I opened and closed the door again. 

E29

I tried spinning the knob to different wash settings to see if that would trigger anything. 

E29

I opened and shut the washing machine's door several more times, each time hopefully spinning the knob to see if that would reset the sensor.

E29

Feeling rather helpless, I turned to my trusty Gemini app and typed in my washing machine's make, load capacity, and error code. It quickly spit out several solutions all related to an apparent water fill issue (which didn't make sense since I hadn't even started a cycle yet). The first fix was easy: check the water supply by turning on a tap in a nearby sink to make sure the water pressure isn't low. There was no problem there. The other three solutions were progressively more complicated, involving hoses, pipes, filters, capacitors, and pulling the bulky washing machine out from the snug cubby hole it sat in under my bathroom sink to unplug and replug it back in. 

If my handy engineer husband was still at home, he would have come immediately to fix it. The problem was that he had just left for a day of study at the library for a very important and difficult final exam. Having exhausted all my options, I decided to pray. 

Standing there, in front of my washing machine, hands clasped and eyes closed, I prayed out loud. 

Dear God, You know there is a problem with my washing machine. It's giving me this error code and I don't know how to fix it. My husband isn't home, we didn't get our salary yet so we don't have enough money to pay a technician to come out and fix it, and I really need to wash this bedding so I can hopefully sleep better tonight. I just can't handle one more thing to worry about right now. Can You please fix it?

I envisioned Jesus standing next to me, His left arm placed reassuringly around my shoulders. I kept my head bowed, acknowledging in my heart that God could very well not answer my prayer and I would just have to wait until my husband came home that evening to figure out what to do next. At the same time, I remembered the verse about the mustard seed and felt I had at least that much faith that God could fix my washing machine. 

I opened my eyes and reached for the knob. I hesitated, then decided to open and close the door one last time. I spun the knob and held my breath. 

The display lit up.

No more E29 codes; now I was looking at the usual water temperatures and timings I always saw when I turned on my washing machine. I stood there in shock. I couldn't even reach out and turn the knob to the setting I wanted to wash the bedding on. 

Thank you, God, I whispered reverently. 

In that moment when I prayed, God heard and answered me instantly. It was a silly little prayer, really, in the grand scheme of things. I didn't pray for world peace, for healing, or more money. I just came to Him in my weariness, unable to do any more, and asked Him to please help me. And He did.

A friend asked me yesterday, How do you know if God is speaking to you? It was the age-old question that people have tried to answer with various equations and formulas over the centuries. I had given my own—counsel from wise friends, prayer, sermons, the Holy Spirit's conviction. And yet it felt like there was something still missing. Today, I knew. It was the presence of God. For me, my hallowed ground was a black and white tiled bathroom with a peeling paint ceiling and a dysfunctional washing machine. It was there that I met my God.