Have you ever felt exhausted and rejuvenated at the same time?
I have. And today is one of those days.
We had a work day at our church. Mopping floors, painting floors, painting walls, sweeping, scrubbing . . . And yes, there was even a paint fight between the pastor and his wife.
We worked hard, but it didn’t seem like hard work, because we were surrounded by friends. Laughing at the choice of paint color (there was no female present when that decision was made,) singing because the sound system was being worked on and we had no boom box, trying to keep the little ones out of the paint . . .
I don’t know when I’ve had so much fun.
And I’m going to sleep hard tonight.
Your are giving my flashbacks to happy days of my youth, following my parents to the Pentecostal Church.
My uncle had become an old German barrack. It had to be torn down in a few weeks, and the church wanted the materials to modernize and expand the church.
The elderly women made food. The men did the dangerous work, tearing down, and we teenagers were set to draw out rusty nails.
Did we sing and laugh. My father, being the chief accountant on the big factory and also competitive, made statistics where everyone’s effort was registered by the half hour.
The winner, father of my best friend got nothing, but honorable mentioning at the annual feast. I think that was more than he had expected.
We cycled 5 kilometers to and from after school. Nobody even thought about that.
The wonderful fellowship with room for everybody, and the loving spirit in which the work was done, still make me grateful.
The church of Norway, Lutheran, is governed and provided for by Norwegian tax money. It is not the same.
Even here it’s always an opportunity to join in voluntary work of many kinds. we did more when Serina was a child, for the scouts, the choir e.t.c.
Nothing compares to the coming together and being needed for a common case . The blessings have lasted for 46 years.
Isn’t there a word about that?
How God is multiplying his blessings?
Hi Felisol! Funny the things that stick in our memories, isn’t it? The paint may not last forever, but the memories will. 🙂
And to think that people assume Christians are ol’ fuddy-duddies who never have any fun! Wish I could have been there! Love you!
that is a wonderful feeling!
We had another work day today – after church this morning we logged 8 more hours.
Walls painted – check.
Floors painted – check.
Stage floor repaired – check.
Exhausted? – check.
But the church looks awesome!
Paint fight with the hubby, huh? Bet everyone loved that 🙂 Good for you — don’t know if I would have been brave enough for that or not. Wouldn’t have wanted to get it in my hair! 🙂
Hi Cheryl! After his relentless teasing, I finally realized I had a paint roller on a long stick and he didn’t. Gave me quite an advantage. 😉