this weekend, as I was working on several projects, I came to a surprising realization how much I am like my dad.
See, when dad works on my "honey do" list, I often hear exclamations of "Oh Man!, Gosh"...big sighs, huffing and puffing. I use to worry and ask mom, is everything think ok. She would reassure me that this was just the way papa works, and we would both chuckle.
This past week, I was sewing a gift for my daughter to take a a birthday party. From my sewing room, she could hear me sassing my sewing machine, sighing, "goshing" and expressing frustration. Several times she came in and said, Mom..that is ok, I don't have to go. I would reply, oh, no, that's ok. I'm just working on it.
After a few times explaining, the light went on. I am just like papa! I shared this with my daughter, and even imitated a good "Oh Man! Gosh!". She agreed. I sounded just like papa.
This weekend, I worked for hours on the project below. Painting and sanding and sassying the spray painter, sewing cushion seats and telling off the staple gun! My son remarked, "You have been working on this all day, are you having fun?"
I thought fun? FUN?! Who said anything about fun? I had to laugh though. I told him, it will be fun when I am all done. :P
So here is the result of my weekend efforts. Unfortunately the pictures are taken with my phone so they are a little fuzzy.
These were all dark brown stained mis-matched chairs and an old table that the leaves slide in and underneath the center part.
I love pink, aqua and red, and thought...why not!!? If it makes me smile (when it is all done) why not paint it this way. The black part of the table is chalkboard paint. (An idea I saw on Pinterest for a coffee table)..so we have chalked out messages to each other.."Anyone want Pumpkin Pie?" "Trick or Treat" or "God is bigger than my ____________" (fill in the blank).
I experimented a bit with the painting. The table has 3 coats...aqua, white, then aqua again. The chairs have two,..white then the end color. Table was painted with a brush, the chair with a spray painter, then touched up with a brushed...and all sanded for the shabby look. I made the seat cushions from some burlap, ric-rac and fabric gathered in my thrift store hunts.
so Voila! Our kitchen table and chairs...papa-style!
O God, I have tasted Your goodness,
and it has both satisfied me
and made me thirsty for more.
I am painfully conscious of my need of further grace.
I am ashamed of my lack of desire.
O God, the Triune God,
I want to want You;
I long to be filled with longing;
I thirst to be made more thirsty still.
Show me Your glory, I pray,
so I may know You indeed.
Begin in mercy a new work of love within me…
Give me grace to rise
and follow You up from this misty lowland
where I have wandered so long.
In Jesus’ name. Amen.
Some would gather money Along the path of life Some would gather roses, And rest from worldly strife. But I would gather children From among the thorns of sin, I would seek an ebony curl, And a wide and toothless grin. For money cannot enter In that land of endless day ,And roses that are gathered Soon will wilt along the way. But oh, the laughing children ,As I cross the sunset sea, And the gates swing wide to heaven ,I can take them in with me! ~Author Unknown~
“God wins us, not by shouting, beating us up, or starving us into submission, but by asking for an invitation to enter.
We are loved into surrender. The more we accept that he operates out of love for us, the more we will entrust ourselves to him.
Fénelon expresses this truth beautifully: "God is not a spy looking to surprise you. He is not an enemy lurking in the shadows to hurt you. God is your Father who loves you, and wants to help you if you will but trust in His goodness."