As I rocked my toddler in the early morning hours before the sun came up and our day officially started, I heard the drizzle of rain on the roof. I began to fret because the last rainstorm revealed a few loose shingles that had allowed the rain to seep through the ceiling and stain the drywall in two spots. We are first-time homeowners with three small children. We know we need a new roof, but money to make such a large expenditure is hard to come by, especially around Christmastime when the transmission on my husband’s pickup truck is acting funny.
I’m pretty sure we can patch the roof to make it waterproof once again – at least for another several months anyway. We’ll probably have to watch a YouTube video, and then I’ll watch the kids while my husband climbs up on the roof and attaches the shingles, even though he strongly dislikes heights. But, we still need a new roof, and we know neither how nor when we will be able to afford one.
These are the thoughts that played and replayed through my mind on a loop before I was fully awake. I thought about how it is easier to trust God for the big things, like last year when I became pregnant when we lived in a 700 square foot house and had just given away the last of the baby gear from our older two kids. I didn’t hesitate to tell everyone the joyful news that I was certain would work out just fine, because God has a plan.
Then I chided myself for worrying about a mere roof. I trusted the Almighty’s wisdom in blessing our family with another whole person, so I will trust Him with a few shingles. It’s the faithful – and logical – thing to do.