Up on the mountain, stuck on the job- painting houses.
No. This week has been a blast. I have spent the last 30 hours of work-a-day-light time painting a house on the hill for a friend. No calls. No interuptions. Just me and my thoughts. Then, invading my thoughts - the voice of God. Calling me back from the noise of the classroom and the bustle of the valley floor. Thoughts turned to prayer. Prayer turned to blessings. Next thing I knew it was 6PM and I had completed my job. Exhausted and blessed. I wasn't working alone. Covered in paint and sweat and by the blood.
I stepped back to admire my work - but it wasn't enough. I stepped back away from the house and admired the work of His hand - the earth below - and rested.
Good job God.
