And the Lord Chuckled

We built our humble abode in 1986 on a plot centered between two fields of the family farm. Married a mere three years, with a toddler in tow, we moved in just before Christmas. A second toddler followed a few years later. Thus thickening our endearing saga. One layered in laughter, grief, pets, a bit of drama and loads of simplicity.  

These days we find ourselves in the same humble abode with only a big red dog in tow. We’ve no plans to build again or otherwise make a move. Well, except from one room to the next. 

All homes require upkeep and I love the look and smell of fresh paint. However, my man isn’t partial to a paint brush. Nor do my creative sensibilities lean that way. Nor, do we find delight with the idea of too much change. So I’ve learned to be patient with any and all painting projects. Yet, that didn’t keep my thoughts at bay over color. I wanted just the right shade for if and when the time ever came. You know, something we wouldn’t grow weary of before the walls met again with fresh paint. This often came to mind. After all, it’s a decision that bears careful consideration. Seems I probably mentioned this a time or two in prayerful thought.

Well, the time finally came. Two bona fide painters made quite a debut at our place. The color is unlike anything I’d chosen before. The label claimed Mountain Dew, not like the soda. Not really green or blue–more like an in between hue.  The head painter even commented on its beauty. Months have since passed and my delight over the finished work has yet to cease. 

Trekking up and down the narrow stairway, I whispered my thanks again and again for the loveliness on my walls. So fresh, so soft against the warmth of dark wood. 

And, the Lord chuckled. I chuckled, too. Not that I heard an audible laugh. Just a chuckle deep within that wasn’t my own. It was as  though the Lord playfully said,  “Well, . . . we talked about that.”

The wonder of that chuckle lingers. Much like the color on my walls. It’s with me still as I ponder the Lord of light, line and shadow. The God of all creation–the Creator of all is marvelous to ponder. Especially when I consider all the things God has done, continues to do and will yet do within the great realm of life as I know it. Things that seemingly have nothing to do with me or our humble abode. Yet, the memory of the chuckle shows me the interest and care that God continues to give. He remembers my prayerful thoughts.   

All this makes moving from one room to the next a bit more easy. Actually, I’m quite contented. Even with a big red dog in tow.  Sometimes . . . I even hear a chuckle.