It started out as an annoying drip before I left for Thankgiving.  But last night my kitchen faucet decided it had a mind of its own and a defiant stream of water poured out no matter how hard I turned the “off” knobs.

So I did what I knew to do.  I called Dad.  In New Jersey.  1200 miles away.

Dad knows about these things.  I knew he’d be able to tell me what to do, how to manage the problem, how to fix it.   And now, because of that call, my kitchen is quiet and drip-free.

I called my father because I needed guidance.  I didn’t think twice about it.  Just picked up the phone and called.  And I should be just as quick to think of calling my heavenly Father when I need guidance.  I know He’ll tell me what to do and how to manage the problems of life.

God tells us over and over in scripture to call Him.  No busy signal, no dropped calls.  He tells us to call Him because He has promised He’ll respond and have the answers we need.  He wants to hear about our problems.  He knows there are things we can’t fix ourselves.

There are things in life that are a whole lot more complicated than a dripping faucet.  And I know just Who to call.

Call to Me, and I will answer you, and show you great and mighty things, which you do not know.  Jeremiah 33:3

Then you will call upon Me and go and pray to Me, and I will listen to you.               Jeremiah 29:12

Call upon Me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you, and you shall glorify Me.        Psalm 50:15

It shall come to pass that before they call, I will answer; and while they are still speaking, I will hear.  Isaiah 65:24