Claustrophobic Dishwasher

For a month now, our dishwasher has been sketchy.
Phil tried a fix that eked out a few more weeks,
Although every wash cycle dumped a cup or two of water on the ground.
Unpleasant, but better than hand-washing.
Until even that stop-gap method failed,
And the machine simply quit.

This made me almost frantic.
We have so many guests, and so many children,
And I washed dishes by hand for so many years,
I can hardly bear a day without my mechanical servant.
Phil ordered a new part, and paid for expedited shipping.
He installed it, and tested the dishwasher.
All appeared fine, and so he pushed it back in place under the counter.
When he tried to run it, fully loaded,
It didn’t work.

I was ready to drive to town and buy a new one.
I’m not pleased to have only a year of use before failure,
But I can deal with disappointment.

We prayed, then, as we should have done before.
If this is from God, we accept it.
If not, we reject it, and ask for a swift resolution and clarity.

Phil pulled the machine out from under the counter,
And for some reason ran it in the middle of the kitchen.
What part of the cycle was the problem?
None.
It ran all the way through without difficulty.

Was the dishwasher struggling with claustrophobia?
Anthropomorphically, it worked in the middle of the kitchen,
But not under the counter in the confines and the dark.

Phil, problem-solver extraordinaire, realized suddenly
That the issue began around the time we got a dehumidifier.
One bowed floor near a bedroom settled dramatically with the moisture reduction.
Perhaps the floor under the dishwasher settled, too,
Tilting the machine just enough to make it cease functioning.
A bit of re-leveling, and it works again.

Swift resolution and clarity indeed.
Thanks be to God.