For several weeks, our home’s appearance had been marred by a few missing roof tiles. It looked tired and neglected. We searched for weeks for supplies needed to get our roof put back to normal. One roofer suggested we get the tiles and hammer them on ourselves, because “it’s really easy and the minimum charge is $350.”
This struck me as odd. A heart surgeon might think a double bypass is easy…it doesn’t mean that an unskilled person should try it, though. (I shudder to think that if the roof had been a heart patient, it would have flat-lined before the job was done. Poor hubby isn’t the handyman type.)
In the end, we located the replacement tiles we needed, and a roofer who charged a more reasonable fee. At last, our broken roof is fixed.
I feel like my life is on the road to repair as well. Recent weeks have been plagued with worries, uncertainty and setbacks. We were broken. We tried to handle it all on our own and failed. I don’t know why we choose that route first when God is most qualified to guide us.
We’re starting to see signs of change. Hubby still struggles with feelings of worthlessness stemming from not having a job, but there is a promising employment opportunity. I’m also encouraged by signs God might be working in him. We are by no means through our period of uncertainty, but we have hope.
My future; what is to be
Is obscured by the present-
But I’ve glimpsed enough to believe
A beautiful sunrise sits on the horizon.
Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. (Romans 12:12)
Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see (Hebrews 11:1)