Living Faith

My washing machine was making a mess. There was probably a blockage in the pipe into which the water drained, and so twice per load, to avoid overflow, I’d race downstairs, pull the washer hose to drain in a container that I’d empty outside. 

Why? I was afraid that bringing in the professionals would only reveal more expensive issues. The stupidity of this position finally got to me: I got it fixed; it didn’t cost much; it took fifteen minutes and, reader, the change in my life has been profound.

What fears are keeping us from joy? Fear of unpleasant surprises, of change—no matter how difficult the present might be? What happens when we ask for the help we need? Might we look back at our resistance and wonder, What was I even thinking?

- Amy Welborn