Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Dear God,

I poured the paint into my tray. How glorious the color! I swiped the wall with my brush. I love it!

My husband and I are now part of the history of 25 Pleasant Street. My latest favorite color will be revealed 50 years from now after members of our family or some other family paints the walls saying, "What were they thinking?"

I wonder how I could find out more about our home. I feel a little gnawing to know who built this house. Someone told us that perhaps a first mate built it. We know it's not a captain's house. Years ago a fire destroyed many historical records that could have unveiled who, where and when. We may never know.

Recently someone told me that our home was filled with peace. That was nice. But with two nuts living in it, I wonder how that's possible. But the funny thing is we feel it too (most of the time). That's why we love it.

I tripped the trigger of peace today, however. My friend, my neighbor and I lifted up one section of the split rail fence, took it right out of the ground. Oh, so beautiful. But my loving husband walked by the window and the look of terror spread quickly on his face. We had talked about getting rid of it (well, not really, I told him it didn't go with the period of the house and that I'd like to take it down). I'd finally worn him down but today he was just not ready to let it go. A few minutes later he labored to put it back in the holes. "We'll sell it, put an ad in the paper and they can take it down." Sounded fair enough to me.

I really want to put something intangible into the house. I want to breathe spirit life here. I want this home to provide a spiritual center when people enter. I want them to meet God here. I want them to find comfort, hope and that peace I talked about. I want this home to be the place where people will discover solutions to their perplexities. I want them to find joy, to laugh and to pray. I want others to walk through the rooms and see signs of God throughout it. I want love to bloom here.

And so we labor together again,
Glorious One.
I paint color
and you paint life.
I clean floors
and you clean hearts.
I accessorize
and you place your spirit
all around.
A duo,
you and I.
We've created our own rhythm.
I like it.
I really like it.

Loving you always, Andrea