We have some friends of ours who are amazingly talented and creative. They created this unique Christmas postcard that I’m still just baffled by. It was this wall that had frames on it with pictures that showed high points of the past year with the two of them hanging through the wall. I just figured they photoshopped the whole thing, but they actually built the wall in their garage and took a photo of them hanging through it.
My husband and I were talking about it on the way home from church this morning. How amazing that they had this awesome idea and they didn’t just talk about it, but they figured out a way to do it and did it. Maybe it didn’t turn out exactly how they wanted, maybe it was even better, but the fact of the matter is they followed their dream and they had hope.
It’s the same thing with my husband tearing out our chimney this past spring. I seriously doubted it would be a good thing for him to do. But he had this plan to tear it down and He had a dream of what he was envisioning it would look like with the chimney down and he did it. And let me tell you that we love our den now. We have this huge picture window that he put in and he trimmed around and it is awesome. He had hope.
Right now I have this dream of what I want to happen next year. When I think about it, it’s as big a deal as building a wall in your garage just for a Christmas card or tearing out a chimney. But this time around, I’m carrying around hope. I’m focusing on making this thing happen. I’m not lingering over the work of building this wall, of having to go buy all the materials, of having to paint and hang all the pictures just so or the hard work in slamming that sledgehammer into cinder block after cinder block. Or even the fear that it’s not going to happen…that the wall won’t stand up or the chimney will fall into the house instead of away.
This time around, I’m going to have hope.