Sunday, September 22, 2013
Last weekend Saturday was set up day for the construction of a brand new Kingdom Hall in Lewisburg Tn. Here is a peek at the prep that had already been done: vimeo.com/71293342
I took a photo first thing in the morning on the 14th. That day was all about preparing for the actual construction project.
The actual construction project began on the following Thursday, Sept. 19th. First thing in the morning shot: Around the slab were sections of the roof joists that had been constructed during the week. A huge crane was brought in and positioned on set up day.
Here is another view of first thing in the morning...with all the surrounding joist sections...notice the crane in place.
By the end of the day Thursday, the framing for the walls was up and the roof sections had been placed. Friday morning..almost first thing:
Friday night, rain moved into the area. All the parking had been in a huge field adjoining the property...but Saturday, the rain forced off-site parking, shuttles and lots of adjustments to try and not be soaked. The rain finally cleared out by late morning...the temps were about ten degrees lower than the days preceding..and a nice breeze made it almost chilly. Good work weather but the mud was unbelievable...EVERYthing was sailing in mud.
I didn't think to take pics of all the mud mess, but here are a few more from about mid morning on Saturday. Notice that they got the decking on the roof Friday before the rain!
This morning, our field had dried out enough to allow us to park there once again. I forgot all about getting the photo first thing...we were REALLY busy with all the vehicles arriving. I did think of it several times during the day...but never remembered to take the camera up. I wish I had thought to take photos of the brothers and sisters who first used shovels to clear all the mud clods off the street, then shovel the mud off, then sweep it...and finally, pressure wash it.
So far, we have worked five days. One for set up, four for actual construction. The site has looked like a bee hive..SO much activity..so many contributing time and skills. We have had a lot of local residents drive up to ask questions about what was going on..it has been a nice witness.
We will be back again early on next Friday morning. Hope I will remember to take more pics...I don't lug my little camera around all day so I have to think to get photos. Anyway..there is a peek at what is going on.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
My daughter found this article and posted it on FaceBook...it could potentially be affecting all of us. fitlife.tv/eliminating-the-parasites
Friday, September 06, 2013
Another "find" on Facebook. Author unknown.
The Trouble Tree
I hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse, and after he had just finished a rough first day on the job: a flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric drill quit and his ancient one ton truck refused to start.
While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving, he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands.
When opening the door he underwent an amazing transformation.. His face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.
Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier.
'Oh, that's my trouble tree,' he replied 'I know I can't help having troubles on the job, but one thing's for sure, those troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and the children.. So I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home and ask God to take care of them. Then in the morning I pick them up again.' 'Funny thing is,' he smiled,' when I come out in the morning to pick 'em up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before.
THIS ONE IS WORTH SENDING ON.
Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance. We all need a Tree!
Wednesday, September 04, 2013
Another gem from FaceBook. Probably was originally circulating via email. I don't know the author.
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way
one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be
taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?'
Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping
the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see
me at all. I'm invisible. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of
hands, nothing more! Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this??
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock
to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is
the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'
Some days I'm a crystal ball; 'Where's my other sock?, Where's my phone?,
What's for dinner?'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes
that studied history, music and literature -but now, they had disappeared
into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's
going, she's gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a
friend from England . She had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she
was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there,
looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to
compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when she
turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you
this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe . I wasn't exactly
sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: 'With admiration
for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover
what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could
pattern my work:
1) No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record
of their names.
2) These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never
3) They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.
4) The passion of their building was fuelled by their faith that the
eyes of God saw everything.
A story of legend in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the
cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird
on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man,
'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that
will be covered by
the roof. No one will ever see it'
And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost
as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you. I see the sacrifices you
make every day, even when no one around you does.
No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've
baked, no Cub Scout meeting, no last minute errand is too small for me to
notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see
right now what it will become.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of
the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work
on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went
so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime
because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's
bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the
morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for 3
hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a
monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there
is anything more to say to his friend, he'd say, 'You're gonna love it
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're
doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel,
not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the
world by the sacrifices of invisible mothers.
Share this with all the Invisible Moms you know.... I just did.
The Will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect
To all the wonderful mothers out there!! God bless and keep you.
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