Knowing who to call
I am so fearless right now that it’s actually starting to be a little too much. This time I decided to try adding a security lock to my front door. That’s right! I tried to do it myself…sigh. We already know that something was not going to go the way I planned.
It took me maybe a week to attempt it. Mainly because common sense was telling me not to do it. But, I wanted to prove to myself that I could. I didn’t want fear to stop me from even attempting it, right? There are maybe hundreds…no, thousands of women all over the world who not only do repairs on their own homes, they also have actually built homes themselves. So I figured one lock shouldn’t be that difficult. The thing is…someone forgot to tell the door that.
As usual, before I got started, I measured, and re-measured just to make sure. After a little work, I finally got the first bracket up. I stood back to admire my work, and I noticed that it was a little crooked. For a second I thought about fixing it, but it wasn’t that bad, so I kept going. When I went to attach the other side to the frame, the frame started to dislodge. Why??? Why would the frame come apart? I went and found some really long nails and a hammer, and that’s when common sense kicked in, and told me to call for help. I love being one of God’s daughters. He is always on standby. He knows what we need before we do. It doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t try new things…even hard things. It just means that when we need help, we know who to call.
As I was praying about what to do, God told me who to call. When I called the guy, he was only ten minutes away. I know that it was only God that had the right person in the right place at the right time. I love how He does that.
Until next time…
Be blessed