My dear friend T. and I were talking today about the way God allows us to grow through circumstance. There are times, it seems, when what's put before us is a bit unpleasant to swallow....much like spinach.
Like Popeye's muscles popped when he ate his cans of spinach, the strength of our faith is increased when we down our Spiritual Spinach.
I found myself calling T. this afternoon and asking her to pray for me. I am feeling a great lack of charity where I have no right to--and yet, there it is. Here's the rub: I know that I am called to charity, especially toward this person in particular....and I am having to convict my heart in it.
It's done. The Second Dresser, which if you recall, was a staggering seven dollars. I finished it the other day, and added the new hardware. My Darling was kind enough to place the vanity top on it, and I perched the faucet in place.
I am so pleased!