Praising God for His goodness and mercy,
Thanking Him for His deliverance
from the fire,
Sunday, September 23, 2007,
from 2 to 5 pm.
No gifts please.
There was a time when not only our children lived at home but several of their friends did their best to live there too. This picture was taken in the old kitchen, the one that burned, taking with it the clock on the wall that silently watched our children come home from the hospital and grow up, and the vintage kitchen table and chairs that we ate dinner every night at for years, and the old hoosier cabinet that came from a garage sale and was carefully refinished by my wife and those glasses that we really liked that we can't find anymore of. All those things are gone now, burned up without a trace. Fortunately, the real treasures in the picture all seem to be doing well.
I'm not too sure when it was taken but several in the picture are now out of college and one has been married for a year or so. Another is getting married this weekend in Malibu, California, at a home overlooking the ocean. We've been invited so we are headed that way.
As far as progress on the house is concerned, it hasn't been a real productive week in that July 4th was right in the middle of it. The hardwood floor guys said they would come on the 4th, but actually came on the 5th, at which time the driveway guys told the hardwood floor guys to go home, as their truck would be in the way. (Apparently, driveway guys have absolute authority, not just over what they do but over the entire world as well. I should have asked for world peace). The plumbers did come earlier in the week and set the commodes and sinks but left the water turned off, which begs the question what is the value of sinks and commodes without water? Hopefully, the hardwood floor guys will return tomorrow and not be scared off by the driveway guys, who are removing what is left of the old driveway so the power company can come install their new line on Tuesday.
We'll see what all happened when we return next week.
The author tells of speaking with an old woman who’d lived a hard and difficult life who added a small room on her house to care for a disabled adult child. She’d run out of money and was “praying for sheetrock, praying hard for sheetrock”, hoping a sheetrock truck would wreck so she could finish the room. Sure enough, a sheetrock truck did wreck and the sheriff made sure she got the sheetrock she needed.
We’re not poor and were not oppressed, for which I am very thankful. And we’re a paying customer, not a truck wreck beneficiary, for which I am also very thankful. But I think I’ve learned just a small bit of how she felt.
There’s power in sheetrock. Sheetrock turns sticks into walls and walls into rooms and rooms into a house. Sheetrock is a tipping point, where you know it’s really going to happen, where you can see what it’s going to look like.
We’ve got sheetrock. And it feels good.
Workers insulated the house early in the week and then the sheetrock came. Actually, it came twice, as the first time the truck was too heavy to make it up the driveway, so it had to go back and be reloaded on two trucks instead of one. Then the sheetrock hangers started. They wasted no time and hung it a day and a half. Then the finishers started. They should finish this week, at which time the trim guy can start. So, much progress. This has been a good week and in more ways than one.
Some may remember after the fire Leo the cat was missing and was one of our prayer concerns. He showed up about a week later, prompting my brother-in-law to refer to him as the “most prayed for cat in the history of mankind”. We brought him to where we are staying but he took off the first chance he got, only to turn up back at the old house five days later. We brought him back again and he seemed to adjust to indoor living a little.
Where we are staying is about a mile or so with four or five major subdivisions and one heavily travel road in between. I figure he is about five percent of my size, so a mile or so to me would be 20 or 40 miles to him.
Leo found an open door week before last and took off again. This time he made it back in three days. A neighbor called to said they had seen him in their backyard.
He’s back with us now, although clearly not his first choice. He’s reminded us that he is not our cat as much as we are his people. He likes the outdoors and living in a one bedroom apartment is just alittle much for him. Hopefully, he can stay put another six or eight weeks until we can move.
And one more point; we obviously live in the age of technology and the power of the internet is upon us. Although I don’t know who all reads this I must admit I was alittle surprised to read comments last week left by Dr. Phil, Dr. Laura, Zig Zigular and Hurley, also known as Hugo from the television series Lost, all in the same week. What are the odds?