Tip of My Iceberg

It’s been nine months since we had a renovation done on our home. John, in all of his graciousness, had most of it done while I was away. A spectacular new look for a very worn, very well lived-in home. A joy to behold.

But they didn’t finish it.

There aren’t huge issues. But I see them. All.

They put in a new mirror and light fixture in the downstairs bathroom. Which  necessitated cutting a new hole to fit the new fixture.

The old hole is still there.

If I go in there late at night, I imagine things crawling out of that hole.

Too much imagination.

The faucets on the sink look odd. When you first notice them, you know something isn’t right but can’t quite put your finger on exactly what that is. Then you realize one faces forward, the other faces sideways.

I sometimes leave the water on so they’ll be even.

The one that really creeps me out is the issue under the kitchen sink. They never put the panel on that finishes the bottom of the lowest cabinets. There’s a large, gaping hole beneath the kitchen sink that, I’m convinced, is home to more and larger crawly things.

I tend to move a lot when I’m in front of the sink. I don’t give anything time to latch onto my toes.

Most who come into our home don’t notice any of this. Unless I’m in a peevish mood and point it out.

I’ve been peevish a lot lately.

I’m not ungrateful. I just want the job finished and finished well. We paid for a completed job. Is that too much to ask?

That’s when I hear that small voice of truth and conviction in my head whispering, “Look who’s talking.”

True. I have a bit of a problem with finishing. Following through. Completing what I’ve begun.

Like most people, I’ve got great intentions. I’m also quite predisposed to saying yes to what people ask me to do.

That creates a perfect storm of impossible expectations. Watching so many ideas begin well. Then peter out as my energy folds in on itself. So many great projects that need to be finished. So many wonderful ideas that could be developed. So many dreams that should be fulfilled.

It makes me grateful that God finishes what He begins. While I’m great at undoing, He puts things right. In His Way. In His time.

“And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue His work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns.”   Philippians 1:6

I’m a work in progress; not finished yet. No one’s really “finished” this side of heaven. We’ve all got rough spots to smooth out and gaps to fill.

I may struggle with finishing things well, but God’s plan for me is to make me more like Jesus. In His time. His way.

He gives focused, personal attention to each who are His. One person at a time.

And when He says I’m done? That will be a better me than I can imagine.