Trading Spaces And Fixer-Uppers
It’s me again. Back with another story of my eternal fight to be every woman. I really think that people should try to do as much for themselves as possible. No one likes a person who does not even try. So, I will try. Against every odd. Bible Study Mama engrained it in me to be as independent as possible. Honey, she kicked me out of the nest while I was screaming to get back in. Now listen, I do not fail all the time. But when I do fail, it is spectacular.
Today’s tantalizing tale actually involves Bible Study Mama. When I bought my house, I fancied myself to be a do it yourselfer, fixer-upper kind of gal. During college, Trading Spaces was one of my favorite shows. Neighbors would decorate one room in each other’s home. The homeowner would have no input into what happened at their own home. They had to trust their neighbor to deliver a quality look. At the end of the show, they would unveil the work to each other.
My love for home renovations really blossomed when HGTV came into my life. All the home repair shows that you can take flood the network. I would sit entranced and watch the homes go from drab to fab. Often Bible Study Mama would be right beside me watching along. When I bought my home, we both knew that we had the skills to at least rip out the things that needed to be ripped. Yea…we just knew it.
We started in my living room. After my uncles and cousins took out the yucky carpet, a tile entryway remained in the living room. I was getting new flooring and the tile had to go. No problem. The tile portion was not large. We used all our strength to break the tile. Ya’ll…After about 15 minutes, we walked away. Maybe our arms would be refreshed after we tackled an easier task.
We switched our focus to the vanity in the master bathroom. We turned off the cold water line that was connected to the sink. We cut the cold water line that was connected to the sink so that we could lift the sink out of the vanity. We searched and searched but could not see the knob for the hot water line. No worry. We just snipped the hot water line as well. And all hell broke loose.
Hot water shot out of that line like one of the geysers at Yellowstone National Park. We screamed and jumped back. What to do???? We ran outside to the main water valve. We were just going to shut it off at the source. No go. That valve was not budging. Plan B was to bust a hole in the wall to find the hot water knob. It had to be back there.
The bathroom was super steamy and hot water was flowing freely on the floor. This really turned into an epic adventure. Supernatural strength flowed through my body as I hammered through that wall. There it was!!! The knob was within my reach. The hot water stopped flowing, and we were able to catch our collective breath.
As we mopped up water, we admitted out loud that we were probably out of our element. My, my, my. How often do I take things into my own hands that are completely out of my element? Things that seem simple. Things that seem logical to me. Things that I believe that I have control over. In my quest for independence, I can be found guilty of attempting to have dominion over areas that only God can fix.
God is in control of my life. I keep repeating it because I believe it and know it to be true. I am learning to do what He asks me to do. Nothing extra. Nothing less. I am so excited to see how He renovates me. #wepreach
