Pain and Projects

It seems that times of pain are good times for big projects around this house. When Mom died, I spent weeks researching types of chickens, types of chicken coops, how to raise chickens, what to buy, etc. And my talented husband built an amazing chicken hotel and we bought eight little chicks and we nurtured them, and loved them and learned how to care for them. It was great to have something fun and new and adventurous to focus on. And to this day I love our chickens and the pretty, extra healthy, colored eggs they lay.





This time the pain is different, maybe even more difficult, if that makes any sense. (Probably not to some of you.) This time my wonderful husband has been asked to resign his position as senior pastor of Grace Baptist Church. It is not what we would choose. Yet it is Reid's decision to submit to the church board in this. It is a long, yucky, messy story that I cannot share, except to say that Reid's integrity and character are not at all in question. (Thank you, Jesus!) For us, it has been painful beyond our previous experience, difficult to understand. We have cried, vented angry feelings, prayed up many a storm, and talked it over for hours and hours. We don't know why God has allowed this to happen, but we trust that He is good, that He is in control and that He has a better plan for us and for our church family.

So. You're wondering. The project? Knock out the fireplace in the living room; replace the old, worn out carpet with beautiful, new, tax return payed for, laminate wood flooring; repaint the walls a warm, cheery, yellow/orange; and put new molding around all the windows, doors and floor. Oh yeah, and while we're at it, replace the old, worn out carpet in the playroom, too.