Hubby and I have wrestled with working together on a new cabinet for the office. He swears. I leave the room. It's all about what a hammer, nails, screwdriver, paint, and projects can do to a marriage.
We recognize that we don't share well, however, that never keeps us from pulling out the crayons, the Donald Duck coloring book, and arguing over the colors. I think that projects build relationships... or at least helps me with my vocabulary. *shrugs*
Meanwhile, Keats has a streak of white paint across the top of her head because wherever I don't need the cat, that's exactly where she is. She loves a nice drop cloth too -- in fact, she mostly likes to mess it up after I have straightened it out. She's the Anse Bundren of help.
Today at church our minister announced that he had taken a new job in another city. The initial news is the same feelin' that I got in seventh grade when my best friend Marcie moved to the other side of Atlanta. I felt a tad sick, a little sad, and then kind of abandoned like somebody is getting to do something better than me, more fun that me, and they're gonna like the new thing better.
I know from experiences in churches, in life, in work, in friendships that things shift -- we think it will never be the same -- that somehow this will "change everything," but it doesn't. We adjust. We refocus. We make new friends. We accept new ministers. We move on. That's the power of embracing change, I guess.
What am I rambling about and why?
Really, no real purpose to this except that it continues to help me adjust to what big "move" I just made in my life. I told hubby in the car after church that the minister's leaving was just like my leaving teaching -- God calling us to another place, another experience, or at least somewhere where our jokes and stories will be new. *scratches head*
Meanwhile here is a quote that I just read on another blog: "When God closes one door, He always opens another. Meanwhile, it's interesting in the hallway."
Welcome to the hallway....
I shall sit on my mountain porch and contemplate the hallway...
I think it needs new paint. Maybe, hubby and I will get on that project next. *giggles*
That's it! Retirement includes sitting on your mountain porch and contemplating the hallway. We all need a daily dose of Gillham philosophy!
ReplyDeleteI love the real photo!
You made the picture work!
ReplyDeleteI love this concept! I imagine your hallway full of laughter.
ReplyDeleteSo I'm just now starting to read this blog, because I just procrastinate like that, and I decided to start all the way from the beginning. I got to this post and thought to myself, "Wow, what a coincidence. The pastor at my church did the same thing." And then I remembered. We go to the same church... Hahaha. Anyway, I'm enjoying reading it so far. I wish I was this diligent in keeping up with my blog. Which brings me back to procrastination...
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