I took last week off from work to get some work done around the house. We bought our house about 10 months ago and I’m convinced that God pulled a fast one on us, somehow blinding us to the borderline dilapidation that we call a house. Okay, I’m exaggerating. It’s not dilapidated but it does need a lot of work.
Why would God have done this? I’m not sure but I think he wanted us in that house for some reason and as long as it was his will, I’m okay with it. I’d be better with it if he would miraculously part the wallpaper off my walls but so far no luck.
If I didn’t have two small kids, I think I could enjoy renovating our house. But I do have two small kids, so I’m not feeling the love. If having hatred in your heart is as good as murder, then I am guilty of murdering my kitchen. And my bathroom. And I’ve at least maimed by dining room.
There isn’t much I can do but just keep plugging along. But the chaos is making me a bit crazy. And with home renovation there is a lot of decision-making and money-spending, two things that aren’t even in the running for my top ten list of things I enjoy.
And to top it all off, my Dad is coming to visit for the weekend and nothing makes me more aware of the mess I live in then the presence of another person. But hey, why shouldn’t my Dad get to enjoy staring at the holes in the walls of my kitchen, or the partially-wallpapered/partially-bare-walled dining room, or the boxes of roman shades in the corner of the room that by the grace of God will someday be hung on the window? Who am I to deny him that pleasure?
So that is a little slice of my life today. Through the power of Christ living through me I am able to keep from pulling my hair out. Can I get an Amen?
"The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our Lord stands forever. Isaiah 40:8
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