How many of my mamas live in a house with a to do list as tall as you?  When we bought our project house, the top item on our dream house wish list was a ‘turn key’ home. What we fell in love with was the exact opposite!

“Man Plans God Laughs.” Yiddish Proverb

Our dream house boasted an outdoor overgrown jungle, with an inside that looked like a stale eclectic museum. The house came complete with original 1950’s kitchen appliances, (that did not work).  Even amongst the yard and home chaos, we saw the hidden gem within. Instinct took over and we rushed to put an offer.

… AND now we have been doing house projects ever since.

Year 8 of renovations has been my favorite year. We finally finished our master bedroom.  Okay, okay, almost finished the master. We still have to install the baseboards.  The ‘almost’ finishing touch for our bedroom was the marmoleum click flooring. This was a 2-weekend long project that instantly made our house, HOME.  My bedroom is now near perfect. It is my peaceful sanctuary that provides a much-needed escape from the world.

Several months after we finished the flooring, a small millimeter crack appeared between two planks. This seamless floor install was no longer seamless. The crack was in the center of the room and very obvious.

Being a construction novice, the only solution I could think of involved starting in the corner and lifting up flooring planks piece by piece until we got to the naughty plank, and then click it back in place.  This just didn’t seem right though. It was such a small crack. There had to be a simpler way, right? Solo, in my head, I could not think of another way.  I decided that it was going to be huge headache so I hid the crack under a rug.  If I can’t see it, maybe I would forget it was there?

This is me mamas, I like to play ostrich in my life, and bury my head in the sand.  Lets just pretend the problem does not exist.

A few weeks ago I came into the room and noticed a few tools had migrated into my ‘sanctuary’.  At first I didn’t care enough to investigate, I just pretended they weren’t there. Again, the ostrich thing; its what I do. I am not sure how many times I walked past, but I kept ignoring the chair that was hosting the new tools.

Finally on one walk by, I actually stopped and inspected. I saw a mallet and a suction thing. My mind put two and two together. These would be the exact tools needed to click a floorboard back in place and make a crack disappear. I didn’t even know that suction tool thing existed. How genius!  No need to tear up the whole floor to fix that naughty plank! After realizing the tools purpose, I lifted the rug. The CRACK WAS GONE!

Hubby had seen the crack, (so much for my strategic rug placement).  But more importantly he knew exactly how to fix it. An easy fix, with the right tools!

Mamas, I had been living next to the person that knew how to fix the problem all along!

All I had to do was ask!   

Its been humbling to realize this exact same scenario illustrates my relationship with Jesus. Too many times, I am in my head, solving problems on my own. Then I start inventing future problems, and solving those. It is embarrassing to admit the countless times Jesus has fixed problems, before I even asked.  Or truer still, how many times have I prayed for Jesus to fix problems that didn’t really believe He would. (Ouch, that confession hurts.)

Mamas, did you know there is not a single problem you are facing that Jesus does not have the answer to?  

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Do you really believe this?

What’s your crack?  The fix might just be easier than you think!