Friday, December 18, 2009
If Ya Can't Stand the Heat........
Designer's Log: Day 57 of Kitchen Remodel-Let the Painting Begin
Uh, day 5 of Kitchen Remodel....................It feels like a lot longer.
So, I started working on the kitchen on Monday. It has been slow going. Every day I have had to run to town to pick something up. Some of the things on my list from the previous day must have been written in invisible ink. Why else would I've forgotten them?
Yesterday I was finally finished with the demo and all those little repairs I needed to do before painting. Since I had to wash walls & canbinets before starting, and, uh, run to town, I didn't get started priming until after George left for work. About 1pm. Somewhere between 3:30 & 4:00pm, Dyers "Maytag Man" comes to look at my dryer. So that also slows my progress.
Funny thing, the dryer is ok, it was struggling because it had too big of a load. Do you see the humor there that I do? Do you think God was trying to tell me something? Have you ever struggled because you had to large of a load?
Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest for your souls, For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.
Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you.
1 Peter 5:7
So, that was the lesson learned.....here was my little miracle:
I was priming cabinets all afternoon and into the evening, stopping once or twice for a break. The prayer that continually ran through my mind was, "Lord, please give me energy. Please just give me stamina so that I can get all of the priming done tonight and start painting tomorrow." Somehow (*wink, wink*) I just had this drive. I didn't even want to stop. I just kept at it, not feeling the least bit weary. Around 11pm or so, I stained a few more boards, and went to the kitchen to do the last leg of priming. I kid you not when I tell you that I felt fine as the last stokes of my brush went across the cabinet, but when I turned around to lay my brush down for the last time, my eyes became extremely heavy. He got me through to the very last stoke of my brush! And, no one had to rock me to sleep either.
Isn't God good!?!
Well........off to paint.