“he covered the floor”
1 Kings 6:15
Well, I’ll be honest… I’m exhausted. We’ve spent the evening laying down more wood on the floor in the master bedroom. My back hurts, my knee hurts, and I’m feelin’ a little vibrate-y from helping to hold wood while my sweetie uses the jigsaw on it.
But I’m also feeling a little surprised at what I’ve helped accomplish. I’ve become an expert at the power saw, something I have found intimidating before now. But it helped cut the work in half (so to speak) for me to cut while the Apple of my Eye was installing.
I’ve been able to help with my brain, too. There’ve been a couple of tricky places, where we need a piece to fit just so, and we can’t just cut it, we have to finagle and jerry-rig and jimmy and other funny-sounding verbs. And my being able to make suggestions has helped.
Meanwhile my kids have been helping in ways they didn’t know they could have, either. Strength and smarts and patience, and a general milieu of helpfulness all around. Not to mention my hubby, who has been amazing. Back when we decided to re-do the floors, he was planning on paying someone to install them, until I suggested we think about doing them ourselves. “People do it all the time on HGTV,” I helpfully reassured him. Of course I knew, and he knew, that he would bear the brunt of the work. But I also knew he could do it. And I was right.
Today’s lesson: you never know what you’re capable of, until you try.
~ “Let us not grow weary while doing good,
for in due season we shall reap,
if we do not lose heart” ~