I know that to most people this looks like a nightmare, but I have to admit that no other photo in recent months has brought me more joy (not even Will’s redneck photo). When I look at this picture, I don’t see insulation, ladders, a home wrapped in what appears to be black and green paper, and an outdated octagon window. I see progress. I see transformation. I see the future.
Last weekend, our new neighbor, friend, and contractor (Rick - who, by the way, took time off from his normal occupation as an Angel to help us with the house) asked Amelle is she liked her new house. She replied "No", to which he responded "It's going to look worse before it looks better". I guess this photograph tells that story.
Yesterday, Jermaine and I had a good laugh about how happy we were looking at our home in such disarray. I’m one mouse-click away from putting this photo up as my desktop and Jermaine is showing his co-workers his John Deere keys – think we’re excited?
God is so good.