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A moment while painting

This was when it happened:

I was on a ladder painting the top trim of our house Analytic Gray; that's the name of the color.

Analytic Gray.

Joshua brought the equipment from his summer job back for the week and we've been working on the house for several days: scraping, caulking, spraying, going to the store for more supplies.

By today we've gone through at least 40 tubes of caulk and 20 gallons of Analytic Gray.


I was on the ladder.

The sky was clear after threatening to drizzle.

Our neighbor Cori was on the other side of the house painting the bottom trim.

Over my shoulder I saw our other neighbor Jean in the garden. She had brought over bundles of pine needles to mulch our asparagus patch.

That was when it happened.

I felt like I was in a work of art; and very thankful.

Later, I heard from Valerie that Cori enjoyed helping us paint because it was like being part of the family.


Numbers 6.24 The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face shine upon you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace.

Psalm 68.6 God sets the solitary in families


Cori September 20, 2009 at 7:44 PM  

Yesterday was perfect for me. I felt like I was with family. I thank God that he brought you, Valerie, and your sons to me.

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