I'm in the middle of a bathroom spruce-up project. I'm not much of a tinker-around-the-house gal, so not only does this feel a little out of my league, it's also taking forever. I came home from a continuing education trip at the beginning of August and with my kids in daycare and my husband at work I tore out the shower doors that I HATED. Four and half years we have lived here, and I've hated them every day. I finally tore them off the walls. Then I went to the Orange Depot to get a bucket of paint and started slapping it on the walls. Then I called the electrician about coming to take care of the "fart fan" (as my mother so lovingly calls it) and the lights on the medicine cabinet that I also hate. As others probably would have guessed better than I did, this little project didn't take too long to get bigger than I thought and way over my head. My DIY project couldn't remain DI especially Y. The electrician was in on it pretty quick. I also called a church member who does carpentry. Both of these guys were here today doing the stuff I couldn't do, so that next week I can get back to the part in my league.
That's what sermon writing is like for me, thanks to this Preacher Party. There's parts I can do on my own, but parts I can't. I need my friends and colleagues to help dig me out of the holes I drop myself into, to crack open the sermon like the wall behind my medicine cabinet, but leave it gaping for a little while, until I can think of the best way to patch it back up again. I don't know how they did it in the "old days" before the internet, but, sisters, I'm glad we're here doing this in a not-so-DIY way now.
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