I’m out of town for a few days. Nancy almost didn’t tell me about the water heater, the one that is old, the one that is on my goal list for the year, the one that I haven’t gotten around to fixing, the one that started releasing water across the floor this morning in a slow stream.
But she told me. And I called my friend.
I’m leaving out his name. That’s what he’d prefer. But he told me one day that if I’m ever traveling and something happens at the house, call him. He is incredibly competent. He is even more caring. I knew when he offered that his offer was true.
When I dialed his number, I cried. I could barely ask him for help. A sincere offer from a person more competent than I am, from a guy who would never say, “you should have taken care of this.” And I hardly dared call.
The water heater will be checked out the day you are reading this. I am convinced of this.
There is a lesson here, of course. In fact, there are three.
One, this is exactly what James talks about when he says, “if you need wisdom, ask God who will give without finding fault.” God is competent in the wisdom department. He offers. I too seldom ask.
Two, this is exactly the kind of caring I want to offer, to say “I’ll help” and then to have people know that they can count on it.
Three, this conversation broke a piece off the part of my heart that says, “I can do it myself.” I can’t. He can.
The scary part? I could have said to Nancy, “I’ll take care of it when I get there.” And, because of my pride, flooded my family.