Do y’all ever get weary of doing well?
Sometimes I believe we all do.
Whether it’s for work, our family, or other obligations, sometimes it all just gets to be too much..Before we know it things pile up & we are so far in over our head that we feel like we’re drowning in a sea of “To Dos”.
Lately this has been exactly me. Between my job, our daughters impending wedding, trying to make our house a home, & this blog, I have my hands full. Then out of nowhere, a family friend asks me to host her baby shower. I thought I just wanted to throw in the towel, climb under the covers, & just make my world go away.
Thankfully God has blessed me with an amazingly supportive husband, who scooped me up & took me on a much needed day trip to Savannah. I love browsing the antique shops along the river, not to mention all the tasty restaurants, candy shops, & bakeries that line this old cities cobblestone streets. It was just the break I needed.
On our way home we passed this beautiful house that we watched being built & it made us laugh so hard we cried. Not because the house is odd, or ugly, or funny looking, but because of what we did to the owner years ago.
Let me explain…
The owner’s built this house with his own hands over several years. Through those years as we would pass it & we watched it grow from a bare piece of land, to a foundation, then a frame, & finally a roof. Meanwhile, we imagined that this family must be living in this small trailer that was always parked nearby.
Finally, after what must have been 5 years we were passing by & saw smoke barreling out of an upper window. I looked at my husband & he looked at me. I asked if he saw that & he was wondering if I’d seen it too. He turned around lickity split & we went speeding up the driveway. What happened next was & still is the craziest thing we’ve ever done.
Y’all, we ran up into those people’s house!
We didn’t knock…We didn’t check to see if anyone was home…We just ran in, right through their kitchen door & up the stairs just a hollering, “Y’alls house is on fire!”.
Bless that mans heart. He opened that door so fast, he must have been horrified, & so very confused. I mean how often do you get not one, but two crazy eyed white people blowing into your house screaming that it’s on fire?
When we saw him (wearing a dust mask) our hearts sank. We immediately knew what we saw coming out of that window…
Y’all it was dust blowing out of that open window. He was sanding his walls!
He removed his mask, & as politely as can be he asked, “Can I help y’all with something?” We we’re speechless to say the least.
As he walked us out of his house (quite carefully I’d imagine) we noticed that his children were sitting at the kitchen table eating their lunch. By now, we’re completely stunned & slightly terrified, but mostly embarrassed.
Finally, once he got us out of his house, we walked him around front to show him what all the panic was about. The dust was still billowing out of the window & he agreed it definitely looked like smoke.
Through our embarrassment we managed to explain to him how we’d been watching his home go up for years & how proud we were for him & would have hated to see the house burn down. Even if he didn’t know us we couldn’t just pass by.
He thanked us & we went on our way. To this day we wonder if that man & his family remember us.
As we talked & laughed about this Galatians 6:9 came to mind.
Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up…International Version
This lifted my spirits far more than the wonderful day I’d just had. Why? Because it gave me hope…
Hope that all my good works have a purpose. Hope that one day some crazy person might have the courage to run into my house to warn us of a dust fire. Hope that there is WAY more good out there than the little challenges we’re facing today.
So, when y’all get weary…Just think to yourself, “If it ain’t bad enough to run up in somebody’s house yet, it must be pretty good”.