That, my friends, is the building permit hanging in the window! I don’t know that I can wrap the right words around this moment but I will try.
Turns out that life has these redemptive seasons and good things unfold right before our eyes gathering us into the story that’s being written. Before we realize what’s happened, there we are, in the middle of landscape of opportunity and promise and blessing that leaves us in awe of the gracious way that God brings things, people, projects together.
That’s how I feel. Actually, that’s not just how I feel, that’s what’s happening. It’s what I know to be true. Everywhere I look, no matter which way I turn, I get the feeling that something good and lovely is happening, something that I couldn’t screw it up if I tried. All I have to do is participate. Be present. Breath in and out.
And, now, I am thinking of Donna Fargo. I know. I am so normal, right? My mind moves from God to Donna Fargo—my mind is a world of its own; I practically need a permit to go in there. Back to Donna. If my life had a soundtrack, this would be Donna Fargo’s moment to steal. “Shine on me sunshine. Walk with me world…. I’m the happiest girl in the whole USA.”
And I have this feeling I haven’t seen anything yet.
Lucky me. Lucky contractor. Lucky house.