Today (Friday) was amazing. I’m tired, but it was amazing. I hit a hammer into wood for the first time today. Knowing that this was not going to be my specialty, I mostly held wood for others to pound nails into, but a few nails I did drive home:) (I was kind of a girly girl today, I guess you could say)
Take a second and think of what the word home means to you. Think of what your home looks like; how big it is, how cozy it is, how cool/warm it is, how much stuff you have in it, the paint on the walls, the pictures hung…I’m a spoiled brat.
Here are a few pictures of one of the homes that my team built today, for a widow and her five children.
Think about the word home again. Don’t you feel kinda spoiled? We don’t have to feel bad about our blessings, but it’s nice to recognize that we have so much, in order to give. After all, in the reality of the Cross, we don’t deserve anything, and we haven’t earned anything.
This widow, and her kids, were so grateful for our small kindness. I’m pretty sure that it meant the world to them. We got to share blessing with someone that desperately needed it.
Memoirs of a Redhead 