Repairing my house and learning all the skills needed to do so, has given me a great respect for the construction Men and Women who do this day in and day out.
It is really hard work to do a good job at making something beautiful. Before this, I had never paid much attention to the details in the materials and tools….the types of putty and patching….which is the best type of putty knife to use to get the best even patch? What grades of sand paper to use for what job? What kind of wall texture is there? What the heck was “orange peal”? Do I use flat-paint, satin, semi-gloss or enamel? Primer or non-primer? One-coat or two?
The big thing for me was learning to use a Mitered saw. I did my research and bought a small 7 ½ in. saw that was easy to handle. The first hurdle for me was to get over my fear of the noise. One can really loose their hearing being exposed to the high decibels for a long period of time. That fast spinning blade was quite intimidating and its no joke to take special safety precautions and make sure your limbs and fingers are in a safe place before you make the cut. I initially tried the less intimidating Mitered box that uses a hand saw. After two attempts at this and a sweaty brow, I knew it would be impossible for me to cut 200+ feet of baseboards for my house project. I just didn’t have the strength.
Strength! Wow, did I get a dose of reality! Men are more suited to this type of work because it takes brute strength to do this. Unless you are a weight-lifter woman, the average woman is not equal in strength or muscle. Even hammering a nail can be overwhelming to a little ole lady as myself. There were times I cried in frustration because I didn’t have the strength to do something, but graciously God gave me a brain to figure an alternate way to achieve the same result. I had to accept imperfection in my work, but I convinced myself that “No one will notice”……right?
There were times that I questioned myself, “What were you thinking, when you decided to do this project yourself?”. However, perseverance brought me confidence, added a measure to my self-esteem, and I saved a ton of money to have all I wanted repaired in my own timing. I asked myself, “Why? What do you hope to achieve?” Beside the finished product, I thought about how I am husbandless. So many thoughts came to mind about Walter, my late fix-it handyman, and his absence caused me many tears. However, tears are cleansing. Life goes on without him and I am trying the best I can. God is with me. He gives me strength.
Prov. 14:1 “The wise woman builds her house, but with her own hands the foolish one tears hers down.”
Prov 31: 17 “ She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks.
Prov 31:26 “She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness.”