All sorts of things

Mornings come earlier than I’d like some days. While my alarm is set at 5:30 a.m. Monday through Friday, I still think it is too early, especially on Monday and Thursday. You know what I am talking about Monday because it starts the week before recovering from the weekend’s activities. Thursday because we’ve almost made it to the weekend.

Hubby and I are in the midst of the last push for the house before the birthday party he planned for me. We’ve been fighting the trim work in the kitchen, trying to get the paint to adhere to the wood. Something that was applied to the wood in 1910, during the original construction, has caused issues with the paint we are trying to apply today. Lots of aggravation, a few choice words, and multiple attempts to get the right materials have been filling the days.

We’ve been able to attach a small wood stove in the kitchen to the original stove pipe placement. It does a great job of heating the kitchen, which is often the coldest room in the house during winter, as well as our bedroom. When the addition was added in the 1920’s, which includes our bedroom and my sewing room, the only heat source was the radiator system. Now that the radiators/boiler are no longer attached, our room can get very chilly.

So many things we’ve accomplished and experienced as our house has evolved over the past four years. From removing trash, discarded clothing, furnishings, and appliances, to sleeping in various rooms as the restoration has continued.

I am proud of the work dear hubby and I have done in our house. The effort we’ve put into it has not been a sprint, it’s been a bit more than a marathon even. I often think of this house and wonder at the ways God has moved in the middle of it all. Our marriage has been in the middle of it, some growth, some struggles, a lot of learning.

Our process keeps me leaning into God. This house has become such a symbol of my faith walk. Who I was, who I am, who I am becoming. I am no longer lost, falling apart, unloved, and messy. I am loved, I am restored, I am becoming whole.

I want to have my whole house perfect before my birthday. I want to be perfect. It’s just not going to happen. My house will be finished, but I also know that it will have tweaks along the way. That’s the way God is working within me. While I am already perfected through Christ’s death and resurrection, God is also perfecting me every day.

From Beth Moore’s book, Audacious

Dear Ones, I wish I could say the right things, listen and respect the decisions of others, and always be obedient. I aim for those things, but I also know (hard lessons learned) that I am not going to be able to mark these things off my list. It will always be a daily journey toward being more Christ-like than I was yesterday.

My prayer is that you will grow more like Christ, too.



About gretchenr17

Wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend. Writer, farmer, fellow sojourner... at every turn I learn a bit more about God's wild mercies.
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