The remodeling project at our Gibsland camp is almost complete.
Here is what I have learned.
I am a terrible carpenter. I know that because I have had the help of a great carpenter. He won’t let me mention his name because he is a truly humble man. He built the kitchen cabinets. He did the door trim. He built the bathroom vanity after a contractor had an “Oops I shouldn’t have removed that” moment. He is building book shelves for me. I love bookshelves. He did lots of the shoe molding. He gave me advice. Most of which consisted of, “you know I can come up there this week and help you with that.” Every time I walk in the house I smile and thank God for Tommy. Oops, I mentioned his first name. I am also appreciative of his wife Glenda who has given him so many yard passes to come help the preacher. Now you know his wife’s name!
I’m OK at changing out duplex outlets. This house was built when Romex was the new-fangled way of wiring a house. My Romex is so old that it was difficult figuring out which was the hot wire and which was neutral. There was no ground wire in the bundle. I have come up with inventive ways of grounding the duplex outlets. All of them work, according to my little tester. Every ceiling fan in the house was different. It was like they were bought many years apart at separate garage sales. I have changed out all the ceiling fans and all the light fixtures. Everything on the ceiling is still hanging and either turning or glowing.
I love the air compressor and the nail gun. Tommy let me use his nail gun on some wood and it was great fun and so far, nothing I nailed up has fallen down. I won’t tell you that during the project one air compressor died and another one was stolen. It sounds more fun to say, I’m on my third air compressor.
Let me tell you about the floor. I used every four letter word you know. I know there is a layperson’s word for dropping a casserole on the kitchen floor. I used that word. I used other words expressing total disgust at the floor, the unleveled sub-floor and the walls that were not plumb. I swear there is a place in the house that the Baptists were having a deacon’s meeting while they were building that section of the house. The wall is not square and no matter how I tried to fake it, I couldn’t make the flooring look square near that wall.
Where I really am pitiful is the tile work. We did the backsplash in the kitchen. My bride was there with me giving me helpful suggestions and noting where I was about to make a mistake. It was a small job and we did it while Bama was beating Florida State. The disadvantage of this remodeling project is that I am kept busy during prime football watching time. So my bride allowed me to tile a shower surround. She was not there to supervise me. I hung the concrete backer board. I cut the tile. I slathered on the adhesive. I placed the tile. It was a long and tedious project. It will look good, eventually.
When my bride walked into the bathroom to admire my handy work, she used one of MY flooring words. I have learned that you never show an OCD person the tile before the grout. That is where all this is taking me, to grout. My project today is to grout the shower. I have been pondering grout and discovered it is much like grace. Grout covers the imperfections in my tiling efforts. Grout will even things out. Grout will complete the project. Grout will make me look like an almost accomplished home-remodeling expert because the grout and the tile are the same color. The imperfections will be grouted over! Most of all grout will get me off of my brides’ list. You don’t want to be on the list I am on.
Can you see how grout is a good illustration for grace? If things are fouled up in your life, I suggest a good slathering of God’s grace.