April 28, 2021
In the past couple of weeks, I’ve been building a playhouse in the basement for my grandkids. Our 6th (another boy) is due in September, so I’ve been trying to stay ahead of the wave, and with a couple of them living more locally, my motivation has ratcheted up. But, then I went to buy some lumber. I know the Fed said that they see no signs of inflation. I’m guessing they haven’t been in the lumber aisles of Home Depot lately. This caused me to re-think some of my plans. This meant raiding leftover pieces I had in my attic from some other projects. I decided to alter my plans more around what I already had rather than what I had intended to buy.
I think it is coming together pretty well. There is a kitchen where Cathi’s play appliances that she had as a little girl are, a loft where the nursery goes, a little eating area, and a place for dress-up clothes. All of this fits inside a closet where it can be hidden behind louvered doors. But, the true test is not what I think, but what a grandchild thinks. Even though it wasn’t completed, the first test was this past weekend when my grandson, Judah, saw it and played in it for the first time. It was a hit! In fact, when he had to leave, he started to cry. Well, that was all I needed to know.
All of this reminded me of what Jesus said in John 14:3, “And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also." The Lord has been working on a place for us for well over a couple of weekends. That’s pretty exciting and comforting. Can you imagine? The truth is, we can’t. I do not know all that this “project” will entail, but I know this: The Lord is not using left over scraps, and neither will we ever have to leave.
Grace and peace,
Sunday’s text: 2 Peter 1:5-7, pt. 3