The. floors. are. diggity-done!
It was a *huge* undertaking to restore those floors from drab to so freakin’ fab.
Anyone remember this???
The boys’ room. Before.
The kitchen looking into the dining room, looking into the living room. Before.
But it is so hard to see my love crawl into bed at 2 am night after night after working all day, coming home to be with us in the evening, then going to work on the house all night. When you’re full-time mothering 3 boys on top of a major house renovation, there’s not a lot of time for introspection.
And so, I woke up Wednesday morning with hives, my body’s way of telling me I’m stressed (has only ever happened when Andy left for Africa for 2 weeks).
I feel silly writing this all, because I know there is so much worse out there people are facing besides being tired of re-doing a house. And I’ve made a commitment not to complain about such a blessing, so this is not a complaint. Just where we are.
So, when you are weak and weary, what gets you through?
For one, I am so thankful for the friends Jesus has placed around us to be His hands carrying us, eager to look for tangible ways to lessen the load. To look past the smile, not settling for us saying we’re okay.
But even in the hours no one knows about (until now :), when I so long for this to be over, for “normal life” to resume, there is a Comforter. One I don’t think we can fully know until we come to the end of all we can offer, realizing it isn’t enough to get us through. My insides cry out until itching, burning sores break out. I bust out singing “I need a hero!” And, He is always there.
Speaking truth to comfort our weary hearts.