Last night I was chatting with a friend about life as of late.
It’s been really hectic.
But strangely, I’ve been calm.
http://texaspainthorseclub.com/wp-json/tribe/events/v1/ that doesn’t ever happen.
I am normally the one who frantically reacts to about everything that happens in my life.
Calm isn’t always my normal.
But recently, working tirelessly on this http://shibuifineart.com/events/2017-05-08/ fixer upper, I have found more understanding of the Lord.
I know that every time (whoever is reading this) clicks it’s another random update about this place.
But it is doing something to me.
It’s teaching me to laugh.
We have sacrificed weekends and Sunday afternoon naps (those are a big deal at the Bell house), to work on this place.
But the other day, as I painted and painted and scrubbed and moved dirty old toilets outside and cleaned up mess and dust and grime and my back hurt and my shoulders burned and there were still spots that needed paint touch up, I felt the Lord show me how He works.
It’s as if He wanted me to see what it looks like inside my heart.
Ripping out old, bringing in new.
Painting on new mercies.
Touching up spots that have been overlooked by man.
Scrubbing away brokenness and refinishing it into growth and new life.
Stealing ideas of what “should be” into “who I am called to be.”
The last fixer upper was panic.
The last fixer upper was yelling.
The last fixer upper was crying and pouting.
But this one I know was placed in my life at this time on purpose.
A time to teach me that my life indeed will be ok even when things feel chaotic.
I can sweat.
I can smile.
I can rejoice.
I can laugh at the days to come.
Because when I choose to laugh at the days to come, I see the Lord in my present.
I see Him in my past.
I see Him in my future.
When I laugh at the days to come, I simply see Him.
I would rather see Him in the mess than miss Him finished product.
Are you able to laugh at the days to come?
In 30 days of wishful doing, I am learning to laugh at the days to come.