I had the privilege of
visiting a friend over the weekend
And getting to work
with her master-craftsman husband on a bookshelf.
We started from large
planks of wood,
Measured and cut
boards,
Sanded them,
Trimmed them,
Squared and clamped
them,
Glued them,
Screwed them together,
Made and placed little
screw-hole covers,
Sanded again,
And finally blew off
the sawdust.
I now have a super
sturdy small bookshelf that I only need to coat with polyurethane
And then he’ll be ready
to go.
I’m calling my
bookshelf Ray, Jr.,
In honor of the man who
built him.
The part that I helped
most with was the sanding.
(I’m not yet
trustworthy with sharp, cutting power tools).
Ray The Woodworker has
an electric sander that
He can hook into his
Shop-Vac for zero visible waste!
Ray made sanding look
easy.
It was not!
The wood resisted being
ground down,
And the sander tried to
run away on its own.
I had to stand with
both feet firmly planted on the ground
And press down with all
my strength to control the sander.
Once under control,
The sander did all the
work!
What’s really odd is
that when I was doing the sanding,
I couldn’t see the difference
in the wood being sanded.
But when I watched Ray
do the sanding,
I could immediately see
where he’d smoothed the wood.
I think this is how it
is with life sometimes.
When we’re in a process
of transformation,
We can’t always see the
change.
Sometimes, we resist
the change.
Sometimes, we must keep
both feet firmly planted on the ground in order for the change to occur.
But if we keep ourselves
open,
If we persevere,
And if we allow
ourselves to believe the voices of those encouraging us in the process,
Then we will see our
rough edges made smooth
And witness our inner
beauty shining through.
I would not trade my
experience with Ray The Woodworker for anything.
He freely shared his
love of his craft with me and
Made for (with) me
something I will always cherish.
May we each be as kind
to one another as Ray was to me,
And may we listen to
one another’s voices of encouragement
In times of growth and
change.
Amen.
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