Tuesday, March 16, 2010
It's only half finished. It's driving me crazy. How can you live with a half finished floor? The floor in the family room got finished in one night. How come the kitchen is taking 3 weeks? I try to make do with a kitchen with a half finished floor. I sigh and show my annoyance. I trip over uneven edges. I get splinters in bare feet. I sigh some more and pretend to be understanding.
Then I come home from work last night. I walk into that kitchen with the half finished floor and see perfection. A husband finishing up supper after working all day. He is carefully walking around the missing planks and trying not to trip over dogs.
I see dogs, fat and happy, enjoying the dinner preparation flat on their bellies on the coolness of the new wood. There nails tapping on the floor and their tails wagging and dusting it at the same time.
I see a small boy, pencil in hand writing a story with pictures to take to his teacher the next day. Toys and dogs at his side waiting patiently to be played with or fed. Asking his Daddy how to spell anything over three letters big.
The half finished floor has made my family closer. That half finished floor became the center of the home for that brief moment.
I join my son on the floor and we work on his story. The dogs pile on but still keeping an eye for dropped dinner bits. The hubby talks about his day. It may only be half finished and imperfect but that small space has already become "used". I will choose to be happy no matter what the circumstances. In this light it is what I have and it is perfection.
Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you who belong to Christ Jesus. 1 Thessalonians 5:18
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