I’ve practiced letting the truth of my lacking nothing (because Jesus says so) be where I draw from in my thought life so that in my communication with others there is no need to waste time wondering if a solution will come. The solution will come.
I believe I have a part to play in welcoming the solution which in this case was my calling of the hired painter but… I was tired of having to communicate. I was grateful I realized at some point along the way I slipped into the have to mentality versus my get to reality. The truth was if I wanted there to be a solution, it was up to me to follow through and call our hired painter. There’s no need to be bothered or upset in my explanation of what we’d like fixed but the conversation was to be had.
I called the owner, led our conversation with gratitude (after all they did paint the cobolt-blue ceiling) and also asked if he had been to our house to see his teams work. To which he let me know, he was only there part of the job. I let him know I had specifically written down all the areas which needed re-done (or done for the first time, hopefully correctly) and asked when they would be able to come and address the issues. He was happy to send his “lead painter” over in a few days time to which I was grateful. Regarding timing, we were again facing the issue of not being here the whole time the painter would be here. Logistically it was still most advantageous to have the job DONE before the upcoming weekend when we were planning to move in fully with our second truck-load.
By this time Ryan had thankfully arrived with the truck and trailer but it was quite late and dark and our driveway is quite precarious so we had received permission to park it in an approved area here in our community. Come morning we’ll back her in! (eek)
Thankfully the brakes and wheel blocks worked on our gravel driveway and Ryan didn’t back the truck and trailer INTO the house! We were able to unload our ridiculously heavy furniture and no one got hurt! Sleep was certainly a gift to all of us in mind, body and soul. The following morning “Marco” the painter was set to come and we were ready to head back to Mount Joy for our final pack up. When “Marco” arrived, he was apologetic and confident of being able to fix all the issues.
Well alrighty then, this is good! We’ve got lots to do once arriving back in Mount Joy a n d it was becoming obvious our family needed to completely wrap up and put a bow on this whole process!
