Last week, I’m certain I passed a faith test. I’ll be honest and say that I’ve been subject to this faith test for quite a while. I am not a very trusting person: sometimes for good reason and other times it’s based on my intuition. The problem comes when my trust issues interfere with my faith. It’s easy to come up with logical explanations for separating them, but the two often go hand in hand.
For months I’ve been planning to host a Memorial Day BBQ. We were down to wire when, in usual fashion, my oven got stage fright and stopped working. I was annoyed and concerned, but not surprised because this seems to happen every time we plan to host an event. We called our home warranty company who dispatched an appliance repair company.
Upon a brief “inspection” the technician politely informed me that the repair would not be complete by the weekend for my party. Well, I heard what he said, but I knew that I had been praying for several days since the oven stopped working. As silly as it seemed, I knew that God was concerned with even the “little things”. My husband followed up with the status of the claim and we waited patiently to find out when our part would arrive and be installed. A few days passed and we were finally updated: the company would not be able to order the part for 7-10 days, which was a problem because the party was in three days. I continued to pray and asked my kids to continue to pray.
I secretly began to question the outcome and doubt that things would work in my favor. I was thinking of plans B, C and D…just in case. I felt that uneasy feeling arise. You know the one where you are forced to consider that God’s answer may not be the one that you want to hear.
I felt the subsequent disappointment that comes with accepting the unwanted answer and the feelings of guilt that go with it. That’s when the whole party of thoughts began in my head:
I am so disappointed!
Why does everything have to be so difficult?
I’ve prayed and waited patiently for nothing.
God can do it, but he doesn’t have to.
My whole plan is going to be ruined!
Wait a minute, I’m being an unreasonable brat. It’s just a stupid oven! God has delivered me/us from far bigger things. How dare I get upset about this!
Blah, blah, blah….whine, whine, whine. In spite of the craziness, I didn’t lose control or even panic. I stayed calm, prayerful and waited.
Earlier in this process, my hubby suggested just ordering the broken part online himself and making the repair. I shuddered at the thought, because he is NOT gifted in the area of home repairs! After hearing the news about the 7-10 day delay, he took it upon himself to order the part and expedite shipping. Although I was still not onboard with him whipping out his toolbelt and dismantling our oven, God said something profound to me as I was talking about the situation to a friend and making alternate arrangements for baking: “It’s okay if you don’t trust him to fix the oven. You don’t have to trust him to fix it. TRUST ME. I can use him to fix it.”
THAT BLEW ME AWAY!
By now it was Thursday, two days before the party. We were expecting almost 50 guests, and I still didn’t have a working oven. The replacement part came in and my hubby gets to work when he gets home from the office. My stomach was in knots as he disassembled, Googled, banged, flipped the breaker, and looked for screwdrivers. I tried not to watch, because I didn’t want to make him nervous. I’ve been here many times and it hasn’t always ended pretty. I remembered God’s quiet assurance and in a few minutes, voila’! Our oven was up and running. I spent the next day baking up a storm as planned, and the party was fine.
While this story pales in comparison to more serious life events, God is concerned with all of them. Even when things don’t work on our time schedule or the way that we plan for them to, God is in full control; and he cares about every detail of our lives.