Project Day

A project day. Grandpa knocked off the ugly drawer pulls and sanded this desk for me while he was here in August.... 

Grams did her share of helping:

And today I finally got around to painting it. I didn't really pick the color  - it kind of chose me. The previous five bottles that were my preferred choices had twist off lids, but after having been stored for a couple of years, the lids weren't budging. I had put this project off for too long, so I just found a neutral color that I could actually open. So, here at least is the base coat - an exterior paint gone interior. I found a mocha colored glaze I may try layering onto the second coat.

After finishing the desk and smelling the lighted Pumpkin Pie Spice candle aroma wafting through the air, I just had to put together a fall centerpiece. Easy peasy with last year's wreath and a hurricane candle holder...

Afterwards, I couldn't resist the beautiful warm sunshine tempered by the cooler temperatures. I started on a new Bible reading program that will complete the entire Bible in a year, but each day of the week is assigned a passage from a different section of Scripture. Today's reading was in 2 Chronicles. God asks Solomon what he would like God to give to him.

Solomon asked for wisdom.

So I had to ask myself, if I were to be completely honest, what is my heart's cry? What would I ask of God? Faith? Patience? Peace? Maybe a soft heart. 

And what things do I think too small for Him to care about? What requests do I NOT lay before Him because I think He doesn't want me to waste my time on those, even though He says to lay ALL my requests before Him. 

If I don't trust him in the infinitesimally small things, I won't be able to trust Him in the big things either, which are, in light of His power, no bigger than the infinitesimally small things. 

A summer gift from my sister-in-law. Appreciating its still beautiful summer colors.

 Me - kicking back after completing some projects, enjoying the weather, the Word of God, a cup of espresso and milk with just a touch of Mexican chocolate sprinkled on top. The sound of silence was icing on the cake...or latte.