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February
13, 2004
Secondly,
only the woman who loves me would be thankful for what I’ve done
to her kitchen this week. Every appliance except the fridge is disconnected.
All the cabinets are sealed shut for painting. The sink is out and the
countertop is bare plywood. We have discovered many new deli’s
in town this week. The last
coat of paint goes on this afternoon and all the appliances will be
connected. The sink may even be installed. This will be a very good
Sabbath. But I’ve
left the topic of love. Yes, Paul does say that love bears all things.
That certainly has been the case this week. But the greatest miracle
has been in me. You’d
need to have been around for the last two major remodels to fully appreciate
the change. But I’ve been pretty positive through this project.
And I don’t think it was just the Prozac. I’ve thought less
of myself this time. I’ve thought more of who will benefit from
my efforts. I’ve let love move me. So while
I’ve been painting, patching drywall, running electrical, rebuilding
drawers, assembling plumbing and hanging lighting, I’ve been thinking
of one I love. Perhaps more importantly for me, I’ve remembered
that she’s been thinking of me. She has
been patient, positive, supportive, thankful and full of anticipation.
Hmm. . . I seem to remember Moses saying we have a God who’s like
that too. Choose to belong to Someone (and someone) this week. Under His
Wings,
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