Pardon Our Dust....and Tears.

     This was our dining room this morning. Unfinished walls, in need of sanding and painting. 

    This afternoon Jonathan started sanding and I followed behind him with the vacuum. And it wasn't pretty. If you've ever sanded this stuff you know how messy it can be. The dust is heavy and very fine and can get everywhere in the house pretty quick. 

    The vacuum was not handling the amount of mess well, dust was flying everywhere and this girl was getting frustrated. I could just see a thin layer of that horrible dust covering every surface in my house and it taking forever to clean it up. As I tried to keep on top of it, I just got more and more upset until finally, I just started crying. Sniffling and sweeping at the same time (you can just imagine how cute that was.) It was a dumb thing to do, when am I gonna grow up?

    Jonathan was trying to reassure me that it was all ok and not really that big of a deal, but I wasn't really listening very well. I just kept crying and sweeping (the vacuum wasn't working anymore) and really being a big baby about it all. Jonathan, all the while, was being very patient. 

    Then I switched to the mop, still trying to clean up all that white mess on the floors when Jonathan finally just looked at me and said, "You want me to do it?"

Through more tears, I just nodded and passed the mop to my husband, who finished the job while I sat on the floor and gathered myself. 

     He was rinsing the mop in the kitchen sink when I looked at him and asked why he was being so nice to me.

    He replied, "Just cause you're upset doesn't mean I have to be." 

    To which I said: "Why didn't you just tell me to suck it up? (Which he probably should have done.) I deserved that, because of how I was acting."

    He then said,"You deserve death but are you dead?"

    I knew he was referring to what Christ did for us, but Jonathan is just a human so I said, "You're not Jesus."

    Jonathan then said, "I'm supposed to try and be like Him."

    Have I mentioned how patient my husband is? :) I'm not going to try and post that I have the perfect husband. I don't. He is just like me, a human. And prone to failure. But he is perfect for me. And he is trying to be what I need. And I love that about him. 

    Well, after all that we got back to work. And here's the dining room after a little more sanding and a fresh coat of primer, yay! With a little more work we can go pick out some paint and get some color on those walls! 

     So what's the point of this post? I don't know really. To be honest, I suppose. And to show that I'm a lot like the house we live in: messy at times, a work in progress, and in need of much grace. 

    I'm thankful that Jesus has all of that I need. And thankful to Him for a husband that is willing to put up with his very emotional wife ;)