Putting the Call Through

Psalms 68:5-6 “Father of orphans, champion of widows, is God in his holy house. God makes homes for the homeless, leads prisoners to freedom but leaves rebels to rot in hell.”

I am still trying to catch up. Last year when Archie thought he threw out his back, all of our house repairs were put on “hold.” Now it’s been nearly a year and it’s time to “put the call through.”

This house is our second repo, but before that there was the house from the elderly lady, unable to maintain her home. That makes it 2.5 fixer-uppers. We had enough practice with house repairs that we had repairs in two categories,”his” and “hers.” He’d stud out the walls (I’d grab the 2 x 4s and help w/measurements), I’d drywall (he’d help measure, score and pop long lengths). He did the plumbing, me, tile work and electrical. Trim we would split, but he liked doing it, so I’d leave it, if at all possible.

Home repairs were fun as a couple. He’d do his thing, I’d do mine, and we’d ooooow and ahhhhhh at each other’s work. Why we did this was partially because the other one did a good job, the other part was because we were grateful we didn’t have to do it. Truth, he’d agree. The last year, however, he DID NOOOOOOT enjoy any home repairs. He was too busy at work. Every repair was a struggle and Taylor and I hated asking him.

Taylor’s dream was to buy a fixer and have mom and dad do the fixing. Wow did her dreams change significantly. So did mine.

One year later, home repairs are not as much fun. It’s just me. One positive, no more feeling like I am imposing on him. That also means there’s no fall back for area’s where I fall short (literally and figuratively speaking).

As of today I’ve gotten some of “our” list done. Trim in the hallway, trim in Taylor’s bathroom, trimming out the rough-inned door (and paint), thresholds in two doorways, replacing receptacles, and tile work. I still have a list. One project at a time…but since it’s just me, it’s taking a bit longer.

I think heavenly Dad is seeing I am getting tired, especially with these holidays we are trying to navigate. I’ve had a couple of people show up, without warning, offering to help. I’m not proud…I don’t think. Maybe I am  but I’m just too tired to remember that’s an area I should be working on. I’ll pencil it in and check later.

To be honest, it’s really hard stepping back and letting other people finish my/our dream. Doesn’t that sound weird?

Micah 6:15″You will sow but you will not reap You will tread the olive but will not anoint yourself with oil; And the grapes, but you will not drink wine.”

This verse was actually a threat because of disobedience. When I read it my first reaction was,”Dad, did I do something wrong? Arch and I started this project together. We were so close to the finish line. Are you trying to tell me we were disobedient?” This is where God showed He keeps His promises.

Father of orphans, champion of widows, is God in his holy house. God makes homes for the homeless…” He is the champion of widows and makes homes… . He’s sending me help. That’s not a punishment, that’s love.

Since the finish line seemed to be running away from me this year instead of me moving toward it, heavenly Dad is calling in backup. No more projects on “hold” (I hope). Actually, that is exactly what I’m going to do: backup, let go of the grip I have on this to-do list, be grateful for the help, and thank my heavenly Dad for being the champion of widows by calling in the troops.

Until Monday, have a great weekend.

Blessings!

 

Author: Tracy Cook

Widowed one week before our 27th wedding anniversary, Heavenly Dad continues to carry me, now blessing me with a second chance for love.

2 thoughts on “Putting the Call Through”

  1. So grateful for those who are able to help as some family is so far away. I truly wish I could be there for you….and not just for house stuff…as you as always in my heart and mind. I love you more than you will ever know….❤❤❤

  2. I wish I could be there with you; Love y’all and miss you so much, it hurts inside. Wish I had done more in past but can’t change the past. Just need to look toward the future. One day at a time. Love you Sis!!

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