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Tuesday night we did a bank job…

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But the story actually started when my husband was doing renovation work for a local bank two summers ago. He and the banker were talking after church about the work for Monday morning. (Insert mental picture of Jesus overturning the money changer’s tables.)

In that conversation the banker said, “I’m not sure what the decorator is going to do to replace those two check counters. They are heavy and I may need you to haul them off. She’ll be down from Atlanta some time next week to place some furniture she has already ordered. I’ll let you know.”

What?? My brain screamed. Those check counters have been there since I was little. They have gorgeous curvy legs and great box cubbyholes. Most likely made by one of the two well known craftsmen in our town from the 50’s and 60’s.

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I jumped in to beg. “Please, Puhlease, let me work on the check counter. If you like it, you can pay me for the work. If it doesn’t work with the new decor, then give me the one I paint and sell the other one.” (I had visions of a check counter in the middle of any room in my house.)

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He agreed. Jack brought it home and I started to work. I sanded the shiny paint finish down a bit and wiped it down with mineral spirits drenched cloth. Then I primed it with Kilz spray primer.

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Typically I use chalk paint or milk paint on furniture. But this piece would have a lot of use and would have to be durable without wax updates. So I chose Behr latex paint (my favorite) applied with a spray gun and air compressor. It took about 3 coats to cover the gloss brown paint. I sanded lightly between each, then distressed with a mouse sander places where the piece would have normally worn with age and to show the strong lines of the piece.

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Note: distressing latex is not as easy as distressing paint made especially for furniture. Latex will roll and be gummy if rubbed before it cures. It will be require muscle and if it has cured too long. I did both. Yes I did.

For a durable finish I used the spray gun to apply a 3 light coats of Minwax clear drying Polycrylic. Sanding very lightly between them also.

It was by no means an afternoon paint job. With all the cubbyholes and because it was latex, this was one of the most time consuming pieces I have done.

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Many hours stretched into days of sanding and painting but….

It turned out the decorator wanted to keep the piece and sent the other one for me to redo. Thus the process to started over.

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Our kitties were thrilled.

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I’ve been to the bank many times since then but never took pictures of the check counters in place.  (I should have taken pictures when the bank was on the Christmas tour this year. The decorations were astounding and the tree, AAAmazing! )

Then Tuesday night Jack had to do some new work there and my job was to hand him tools,  hold something up, shop vac his mess, etc. etc. etc.

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Excuse the blurry hand. He was holding up a bathroom stall door and someone was supposed to hand him this screwdriver and I was hurriedly was taking the picture before the aggravated voice sounded. Just missed the deadline.

I had taken my ipad lest I got bored and was tempted to see if the vault code was my birthday date. I know when my curiosity needs curtailing but codes on doors with big steering wheels seriously intrigued me.

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Naturally since I had my ipad, I had to take pictures of my work set in its fancy home.  But it was covered in stuff.  Slightly annoyed, I removed all the flyers and papers off my prized piece and took a few pics.

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And this is what it would look like to an 8ft customer or anyone banking while perched on a ladder.

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Putting all the papers back on top, I looked at what the bank was giving place to on my prized piece.   Turns out this is what is so important: the Peanut Proud Celebration,

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the 4H Tomato sale,

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the menu for a new restaurant in town,

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the Poker Run and Walk Georgia to keep us healthy.

1 bank use with papersMy heart smiled at the lesson just for me. What was really important was covering up my sinful pride.

I love community.

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For the record there is nothing like living in a town where if you need to do a bank job at night, you just get the key.

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Never heard of Peanut Proud? Here’s a glimpse of it in this video made for my Iowa grandson who prayed diligently to come.

Have a great week!

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Someone new has entered my life.

I was going about a normal work week.  I wasn’t looking for or considering someone new to edge their way into my treasured time. heart rock

I am way too busy with important things.

Real important things. I had to get the rental property cleaned for the new renters moving in Friday.  Wednesday evening meet my brother half-way north to get my dad who had chemo treatment in Atlanta this week.   Paint mother’s office furniture. Go to my day job. Tuesday and Thursday, go to my night job following day job.   Create 3 different invitations in Photoshop. Catch up the yearbook pages.  Check in with grown children.  Read real important email. (I have a new follower on Pinterest. ) Read my devotion so I can put a check by scripture verse.  Cook.  Wash.

Real important things.

Then there was a twist of events.  It snowed in Georgia.  You may have heard about it. (On ABC, CBS, NBC, CNN, FOX, Weather Channel, MSN, ESPN, Sports South, Facebook, maybe Twitter )  Or lived it.  I didn’t go to my night job Tuesday, or my day job Wednesday or Thursday.

Daddy wasn’t leaving Atlanta . Not even my brother’s driveway for that matter.  I had time to paint mother’s office furniture.

But the kicker was the devotion for 3 whole days was based on the SAME verse.  How random and time saving was that?

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I dutifully read it. John 21:17  Day 2: I didn’t even skip words I knew.  Jesus is talking to Peter and he says, “Feed my sheep”.  I have always understood it perfectly: spiritually feed my sheep, right?

But God stirred my heart to remember my dear friend Emily, (she doesn’t know me but I like her a lot so basically she is my very dear friend) who writes a blog “Chatting at the Sky”.  I remembered that Emily was traveling with Compassion International in Uganda.  And Emily had been sending out heart felt post about the poverty in Uganda.

Feed my sheep? Past tithes and local giving?

No God, I don’t’ send money to people I don’t know.  Because…well, I don’t.

Day 3: Time saving verse again, maybe not so random. I can’t say exactly how it happened but it involved my memory being stirred of a devotion in December. How God’s money is to flow from my hand into His work. Hmmmm.  So in an effort to pretend I would be a team player, I clicked on the link in Emily’s new post.

I had the ingenious plan to fake God out.

I would meander through the site as if to simulate choosing a child. Who would I choose?  Most likely a boy about Ethan and Ward’s age. I looked at boys in that age.

I checked Compassion International out. A 70 out of 70 rating for charity accountability and transparency. Plus they are not just Christian based, they are Jesus based. Which should be the same thing but in our “christian” world of charity, it isn’t necessarily so.

Then I prayed about it because (this was to be the defining moment of my fake) if I actually put it to God in a prayer He would surely recall that I don’t have an extra $38.00 a month.

He didn’t recall that. It went down like this:  for whatever reason I recalled a $38 dollar meal at the Mexican Restaurant.  (I know, the chips and salsa were free…was it imperative to order cheese dip too?).

So I began to look at the children and really pray. My eyes fell on Morrine. I quickly looked past her because I wasn’t choosing a girl. I raised my two, had cheerleaders squads for years, and I now teach in a middle and high school. I know about girls.

I don’t hate girls. I have loved them wholeheartedly.  But sweet girls are often dangerous to good mental health.

In fact, I have a theory. If one has to have an angry encounter with a pretty, sweet teen girl or a smelly, gun wielding robber boy thug, take the robber boy thug. At least the option of death could come quick.

So I was definitely choosing a boy.

Yet after passing the hundreds of precious faced little boys, Morrine was who I could not shake from my mind. morrine

Her tall, gangly self holding her shoulders back the way my mama taught me, and her Mona Lisa smile (which was maybe a smile and maybe not) filled my heart with love and hope for her.

So today I am thankful for the new important person in my life. I pray she knows how special she is to me but most importantly to Jesus.

I may never know what happens to Morrine past my sponsorship days but John 21:17 didn’t say I would.  It just says, “Feed my sheep.”

Thinking about it? Click here. And please let me know if you do.

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Hello world!

Hello World. That post title came with my new blog. Mmmm…I thinking that is rather lofty. My blog is more of a journal. A reminder to me that newness comes everyday. A do over chance with a opportunity to make changes for tomorrow.

My problem: I want all good changes to be instantaneous. Which is why the lottery (I don’t play but always think I will win) is so attractive. Wham, a millionaire.

The “work really hard, scrimp for a dream, make sacrifices”…uh, not so tempting. Generally good changes do take time, a lot of work and the wise practice of patience.

Luckily, I don’t mind work. Patience is a suit I am working on; but I can tell you, it isn’t happening fast enough.

However, I’ve lived long enough to know the truth.  It’s the bad changes that are instantaneous almost every time. Wham, a tree falls down on the house. Or worse.  So I am focusing on good changes. Changes that take time and work but the payoff is great.  Changes that come with determined steps. “knomenow.”

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