Heart of Dixie says . . . God is an engineer
In the drawing to the left, the excess pressure goes to flare. It burns off, kind of like we do when we exercise, or watch TV, or knit, or write a blog. This drawing also has a handy dandy pressure control valve that can activate if pressure gets too high, letting the excess off neatly, kind of like when we yell and scream, or go for a really long run that we will regret later, or even when we drink or eat too much.
The valve I learned about today has a diaphragm feature made of breakable material. If the piping to the flare gets to be too much, an automatic valve switches the flow to the this valve (actually I don’t think it’s a valve – bear with me if you are an engineer). The material breaks and the excess pressure is released into the atmosphere.
This is not ideal because the stuff is not good for the environment, but it is better than an explosion withing the huge red vessel. Ideally, this safety feature wouldn’t be used. I think sometimes it’s necessary to break, though, as people. I have had a very hard week. Today, I just cried in the car when I got home. Didn’t even come in. Just cried. That’s God’s pressure control valve.
I’ve seen the explosion that happens if the valve isn’t working. It’s ugly. No one wants that. But even if all the equipment is reduced to nothingness, God can redeem the explosion.
My valve broke today, but it’s currently being repaired. I’m going to work on getting more pressure to the flare where it can burn off and hurt no one, not even me. Heck, it could even heat something and be productive. Hopefully it will heat the fat off of my blooming arse! (Which btw is down 2.5 pounds.)
I am going to use God’s controls. Both of them. I will not reject tears as negative. They are God’s design. I will now sleep. I think that is a good way to relieve pressure. As my boss would say, “Am I right, or am I right?”