I was woken up to my roommate telling me that the basement had flooded. Again. For the second time in less than a year. I wanted to curl up in bed and ignore the call to get up. The call to be an adult, grab the phone, call the plumber. The call to take responsibility.
I called the plumber and their truck with all of the "heavy-duty" stuff (it's always slightly terrifying when your problems need to be fixed with heavy duty stuff) is stuck in the snow. Which means he will either miraculously be able to come by today, or we will have to wait until Monday. Monday. Three days away. No showers, no laundry.
He takes my information and tells me he will call me back when he figures out what is going to happen with the truck. I have two options at this point:
1. I can crawl back into bed, cry, and feel sorry for myself.
2. I can set my eyes on the Lord, trust His leadership, and cast my cares upon Him.
And though the second option takes much more effort than the first, the second option is far more rewarding in the long run. So, I pick the Lord.
I pick reading His Word and giving my cares to Him, instead of dwelling in how incapable I feel to be an adult, to own a house, to take care of problems. Because, guess what?
He is capable. He is strong enough to carry my burdens.
"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything
by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your
requests be made known to God."
- Philippians 4:6
Lean into the Lord. It's always worth it.
