I had a pretty rough weekend.
Friday night, I watered the new bushes and vegetable plants, only to find out the outside spigot for my water hose didn’t want to turn off.
After 10 minutes of twisting, turning and yelling a few Christian cuss words at it, I finally got it to stop. But I knew it needed to be replaced.
So I made a plan. Saturday afternoon I was going to take an hour, pull the knob off, replace the innards, get it all put back together again and go about my day.
I forgot one vital fact: my house is 100 years old.
The screw holding the knob on was so corroded that simply turning the screw driver stripped the screw head right off. The innards couldn’t be replaced with that screw still in. Trying to find a replacement for a 100 year old spigot? No amount of praying would make that appear.
My only option: replace it all – even the piping leading up to the spigot.
Determined to reign victorious over this simple home improvement project, I set to work cutting pipes, removing the spigot, buying the supplies.
I am man. Watch me improve my home.
What should have only been an hour, turned into 5, with 3 separate trips to the hardware store. When you have a 100 year old home, nothing ever works the way you expect.
About 7:30pm Saturday night, I completed the project, turned on the water, and took a shower.
The battle was intense, but I was victorious.
That is, until Sunday morning, when I went to the basement and found one of the connectors was leaking. All my hard work, all the money I spent, the long hours on a ladder in my basement were for nought.
The spigot was winning.
One poorly threaded pipe was my downfall.
I skipped church (no one wanted me there sweating the way I was), and set to work replacing everything I had done.
Another 5 hours. Another day gone. More plans wasted.
About half way into the second day working on the pipes, I was getting frustrated. This was not how my weekend was supposed to go.
I had other plans. There were things I wanted to do. Chores that had to get done. A bike that was begging for a ride. A few projects to complete.
And in a moment of complete and utter frustration, I remember yelling “God, why?!”
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
I would like to say I received an answer. That there was some deep lesson He was trying to teach me. Or that by making it happen this weekend, He was sparing me from going through this on a weekend I would have bigger plans.
All I got was a simple phrase. I know the plans I have for you.
I don’t know how spending 10 hours this weekend fixing piping fits into God’s plan for my life (and I may never know), but it does.
He knows the plans.
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Every frustrating home improvement project.
Every blown tire.
Every ruined vacation.
Every mild annoyance.
God knows the plans.
We just need to trust Him in it.
Where have you had to trust God’s planning in the small, annoying things? Please leave a comment below.
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