I have read this more than once and it is begging to be reblogged. Please read it and be blessed.
A new kitchen, a new bathroom, a new den, a new school, and a new church…I could go on and on. When I look back over the years, since I’ve been married and had children, there have been so many changes. But when I look close, when I really examine how all these “new” things came about, it seems each one started as some sort of catastrophe, disaster or terribly tragic situation. At least that’s the way it seemed at the time. Go with me here for a moment, I promise not to document all of them in detail.
Our first remodel was the result of a slow leak under our tub. As happy new homeowners we had no idea the water wasn’t draining out, but seeping between the floor and the tiny little ceramic tiles. By the time…
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