Moment of truth //

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This may be my remodel vision, and it may be the work of myself and the MyNextHome crew making it a reality, but this little house is the Lord's. He promised me a place of my own and then Dad found it. He provided the funding for it and the financing advantages, because His timing is perfect and He can change hearts. When I needed something, like an encouraging presence or a helping hand, He sent servant-hearted people who love me. When we didn't have the time to wait to order my cabinets until they were on sale, the day we ordered them "coincidentally" was during the week they *were* on sale.

Kitchen with the wall that had just been built, moved to where it's meant to be.

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I'm making mistakes, it sometimes seems that there are miscommunications happening as steadily as the progress we are making (that just comes with a territory) and, as it is a remodel, we keep unearthing new and unexpected problems. However, the Lord knew about every issue we have found so far and He knows the ones we haven't discovered yet. He knows when this place needs to be done and He knows how much can be spent on it. He also *cares*. A lot. So I know that everything will work out better than I could hope. I'm not saying things will *go* perfectly, that everything will be right the first time (like the perfectionist and detail-person in me desires and even tends to expect them to), but that, in the end, everything will *be* more than I can ask or imagine. Because He is running this thing ultimately, His ways are perfect and He delights to *give* good gifts to His children. 

Today I was very happily surprised to find that the back door and back porch I expected to be a low priority were one of the first priorities for the crew! I was still tickled pink tonight about this, until I learned that the door that had been installed opens the opposite way of how I'd always intended it to. To change that is possible, not the end of the world, but of course it costs time and money and energy to do so. This set back was significant enough that it threatened to steal my joy and my peace about the wonderful progress. But my joy and my peace are found in the Lord, they're not found in left-hinged doors. Remodels bring a lot of stress with them but remodeling with my God means that, at *every* turn, I have the choice of logic-surpassing peace -- in Him. Moment of truth: I don't always choose peace, sometimes I choose to come unglued and stress out about little misunderstandings like hinges and how many coats of paint have been applied... But then I get the chance to choose again. I'm the luckiest [read: most blessed] girl in the world. 

/// Shout-out to the most awesome contracting crew ever! Your dedication, hard work, expertise, and really positive attitudes, not to mention willingness to undo and redo things so I'm satisfied, blesses my socks off. So thankful to have people who feel like family working on this extra special project. :)

And to my dad who has been keeping his cool incredibly well considering that he's a business-minded guy dealing with an emotional daughter who stresses easily, tends to overreact (a bit) and comes at all of this more from the angle of "it's not business, it's just personal" rather than the other way around. ;)