One Brick Short

this is my maiden voyage in this blogging world. pardon my ignorance as i trample through this realm.

how many times? how many times have i used the phrase "one brick short of a load" to describe some innocent traveler? "Boy, he's one brick short of a load." maybe some deserved it but not most i'm sure.

you might have a simlar phrase with a slightly different flavor: sandwich shrt of a picnic, can short of a six-pack...

for me it's always been one brick short. i love the construction industry. in fact, it might even say it makes my heart sing. building things, renovating things, redeeming the old and helping them to shine helps me to come alive. i've put a new shine on several places now and feel a deep sense of satisfaction and hope when i finish up another. did that this morning actually. a small garage apartment. once was: dark, musty, extra storage. and now: beautiful place for grandpartents to rest their tired bones. it was one brick short. it actually took a whole lot more than just one brick. 4+ months to be exact.

i think back to the many times i have said "he's one brick short" and cringe. in this hobby of mine i have found a few truths from God. the first is that i am one brick short. a beautful, beloved one brick short. how long have i used my abilities as a plumb for the worthines of others. i have found anew a good a gracious God who longs to take our worn and musty lives and bring them to life. i am finding that it is not a 4 month project however. my overhaul looks like it might take a lifetime.

so pardon me as a stumble through this life. pardon as i forget who i am and who you are. please pardon me as i leave beloved bricks off of the load. for i do believe we are all the beloved children of a good and great God.

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