It all started with a simple idea…after living in my house for 15 years, I finally decided on a color to paint my front door. Why not paint it the color of the existing shutters? Seems simple enough.

Oh, I wish.

The color I had so carefully matched to the sample was not exactly the right shade of blue. This, I of course decided, after I had painted not 1 but 2 doors in our house.

 

Hmmm…easy fix. I will just paint the shutters and the trim to match. Easy-peasy. No problem.

But,  first in my husband’s giving generosity, he decided to change our old fake-brass door knob and lock. This took a much longer than planned hour of his 24 time home before leaving on a trip- a task I am sure he regretted in his head but wisely kept his complaints to himself.

 

 

While replacing our locks with something new and fresh, it was quickly noticed that the other side of the door (the inside part) was now very visibly in need of a fresh paint job itself.

 

No problem…I am now a pro at painting doors! This task I can easily take care of in a quick 20 minutes since I had so wisely kept the paint swatches labeled with what wall was what color and actually had the jars of paint too- I so foolishly thought.

Uh Oh…one problem- I never labeled which color I painted the door. No problem, I thought. I am a smart girl and can make this decision.

I assume you can guess where this is going.

I totally painted the door the wrong color.

AND, while painting, I decided to “touch up” some spots on the wall that needed a little TLC…also with the wrong color.

 

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

So…my simple project has turned into painting shutters and trim, re-painting a door, and now painting a very large wall in my living room-which I assume will mean I should paint the adjoining wall of the same color so they will match correctly.

Did I say I got keys for my new lock yet? Nope. Add that to the growing list of things to do that I never planned to do.

I, like most of you, do not have time for this type of crazy shenanigans in the middle of July! I literally stood in my living room, while my Young Master (the 11 year old) informed me that the wall looks funny—-

 

and I sighed.

What on earth else is there to do?

There was a time in my life when this would have wrecked me with a capital “W”! I would have slid down the slippery slope into the pile of failure waiting for me at the bottom faster than my wonderful paint job was drying!

I would have been so angry at myself.

This anger would have spilled over into something my kids were doing (or NOT doing as is the case of a no-routine summer vacation) causing me to yell at them in irritation.

I would have been incredibly frustrated that my husband had “left me” home to deal with everything while he got to gallivant around Baltimore (otherwise  called working).

It made me think of how far the Lord has brought me.

And I could not be  more thankful for it.

I shook it off…believe it or not. Even more, I laughed at myself.

Then, I chose to go sit outside and read my devotionals before going for a walk where I listened to praise music flooding my ears.

I have a peace about me that is without understanding…unmerited and undeserving grace is priceless.

So, my wall looks funny, my door doesn’t match my shutters, and I am without time to do anything about it…

and the world keeps turning.