Monday, July 7, 2014

The Rhythm of Transformation: The Art of Waiting



"Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful." Hebrews 10:23 NIV

It stood up to infant artwork, toddler hand prints, foot scrapes, furniture nicks and vacuum mishaps. Armed with a scraper in one hand and a potent vinegar and water mixture in the other, I felt invincible. The rhythm of transformation began.

Spritz, spritz, scrape, peel. Spritz, spritz, scrape, peel.

It wasn't quite the waltz I imagined. Instead of long, graceful lengths of wallpaper falling effortlessly off the walls and dancing my way down the hallway, only minute slivers gave way with great effort and force. After day one, only two small walls stood bare. Exhausted, I left the dance floor and soaked in a hot bath hoping for a more successful day.

The rhythm of day two felt more like a waltz.

Spritz, spritz, wait. Scrape, peel. Spritz, spritz, wait. Scrape, peel.

Oh, the magic of waiting

(Pssst! Join me at Encouragement Cafe for the rest of the story.)

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