Turn, Turn, Turn

To Everything
There is a season
And a time for every purpose, under Heaven

A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together

To Everything
There is a season
And a time for every purpose, under Heaven

Daylight savings, and I am now driving to work in the dark and coming home in the same. There are little opportunities to work on the outside of the house when I get home from my “real job.” I am reluctant to start tearing up the inside (more than it is already) without finishing up the outside first. And so I wait…for a weekend or a day off to finish the few remaining projects “that must get done” before I can change seasons.

That being said, this year will mark a turning point:

This rainy season will be the first year when our home has not leaked (knock on wood) in the five years we have lived under its roof. This will be our first year we won’t have pots and pans catching the rain water when the winds blow from the south. The first year without exposed wood, and leaky windows. The first year when we completed more construction than destruction. The seasons are changing indeed.