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(full read at dawnlizjones.wordpress.com) The work on the house is progressing. Isn’t being a property owner just loads of, um…fun?
The ceiling in the dining room is now finished, and the new crown molding looks great, matching the rest of the downstairs which was done last summer. Our wonderful contractor even patched up many of the cracks in the plaster, even though that wasn’t part of the “work order”. (Gotta love contractors who see what needs to be done, and just fixes it!) I haven’t cleaned all the dust out of the kitchen, or moved the furniture back into the room, but it’s going to happen, I can just feel it…Haven’t gotten around to painting it all yet either—that’s my job for a later time.
The new bathroom is moving along also. We managed just fine with seven people in the house over Easter weekend and only one functional commode and shower (we Americans are just so spoiled.) Just today they replaced the old window with a new privacy opaque one. Now you can’t see how badly the window needs cleaning. I wonder if that’s one of the draws of an “earth” home…??
I’ll admit, it’s all moving a little slower than I had hoped, but that’s only because I don’t have really any idea how long these things take. Thoughts:
God sometimes has to move everything out of the way to get the job done. Schedules, toxic relationships, modern-day idols. It makes the rest of our lives look a bit “undone” for a bit while the work is going on. The nice thing is that when I do move the furniture back in, I can be choosey about what I put back into the space, perhaps a bit wiser than before. This takes some planning and muscle on my part, a.k.a. diligence.
God fixes things beyond what we thought we needed fixed. Like my contractor who mended the cracked plaster in the walls—something that I had learned to “live with” as just part of my old house—so also God isn’t content to leave the cracked and peeling places in my life either. After all, my life isn’t just my life, it ultimately belongs to Him, and He doesn’t settle for what seems to us to be “good enough”. It takes humility to admit that there is more to the restoration process than I first admitted.
Sometimes things just take longer than we had hoped, doggone it! Of course, I could stop the upgrading project in the bathroom today if I so choose, but then the plumbing wouldn’t be very functional, negating the whole reason for the bathroom in the first place. What God starts, He finishes, unless I choose to stop the program. Patience is part of the grace He gives during the dust of construction in my life.
So during the upgrade, we have lived with the dining room table in the front room, a confused dog wondering who these people are and why they were rearranging his “cage”, and oh yeah, a short love note to my husband written in the dust.
Who knows? After moving the furniture back in, maybe I’ll even clean a few windows. (Not….)