This week has been a bit of a challenge. My dad wrote a beautiful article titled, “Finishing Strong.” Well, we are two days from the deadline of getting this house ready for the carpet install and I’m dragging…not running toward to the finish line.
We took on quite a job here…and though it has been fun working together on it, it has been taxing physically for us. We collapse at night long before many of our peers and find ourselves waking up the following morning - long after they do. There really isn’t that much more to do. Gaetan asked me a question yesterday, “Why is it always the last part of a job that takes forever?” I laughed at his reasoning that apparently was very fitting for our situation.
I still got the joy I wrote of a few weeks back, but perhaps my expression of it is a bit fading. I save all my energy for the task at hand. My neighbor wanted me to walk with her today..you know… that four letter word x 2 we dread, “exercise”. I figure if I exercise anymore than I have been in the last four weeks, I’ll out do myself from last years goal by tomorrow!
I should be in the back room painting, but instead I wanted to take a moment and connect with my friends worldwide. At this moment I am thinking of Paul, after he was beached from a ship wreck out collecting wood for a fire. He was feeling somewhat invincible by now. As he reached for a piece of driftwood a poison snake bit him. What did Paul do? He shook it off, and went on with what he was doing.
In the book of Timothy, Paul refers to a shipwreck when it comes to our faith.
“This command I entrust to you, Timothy, my son, in accordance with the prophecies previously made concerning you, that by them you fight the good fight, keeping faith and a good conscience, which some have rejected and suffered shipwreck in regard to their faith. (1Timothy 1: 18-19)
Apparently, Paul remembered all to well the incident that almost took his life, but never his faith. I thank God for Paul’s fortitude that even helps me as I write now. I realize this corruptible flesh of mine is weak, tired and over tasked, but within me is a giant who never will lose faith! For one day I will exchange the corruptible for incorruptible. I will trade in my worn out rags for a new robe. I will never be tired again, or over tasked. Ah! I am refreshed even as I sit here thinking of that glorious day! As I finish this article, I am compelled to send it out signing it with my other family name my loving brother and mom call me – The Unsinkable Molly Brown!