My wife and I own stock in HGTV. Or so it would seem.
She moves among the interior design camp. Most definitely her giftedness.
I frolic in fantasy. HouseHunters International on an IV drip. Oh to be young and a millionaire so I could rehab a rundown villa in the south of France while sipping on a nice pinot.
One can DIY all day with enough money and YouTube vids. One would be led to believe.
Or not.
I’ve counseled my fair share of couples and individuals through job change that has uprooted more than just location.
Navigated some across marital valleys into divine promised lands…or lonely dry deserts.
Linked arms and waded around mental and physical illnesses that lingered rather than left.
DIY tends to hit a wall when it comes to our own beings. Even diets and fitness and becoming the next Tiger take someone outside of us. Challenging us. Coaching us. Pulling us forward in spite of ourselves.
We lack the ability to see beyond the weeds or discipline to cut them down.
Our DIY self-help mimics more a gerbil wheel than a mountain climb. Start strong. Go faster. Fall off. Start over.
Thank God He doesn’t leave us to DIY religion. We gravitate there. No doubt. We enjoy thinking we can please the Almighty. Pure fantasy. Truly.
Instead God handles religion and faith and divine relationship for us. Took care of everything through Jesus.
Brought us into the fold. Gave us an instant eternal family with an incredible future. Inspiring us to live as He’s made us. Full of grace. Resting in Him. No matter what.
Experiencing a fantastical life that redeems even pain and suffering and success.
I’m pretty sure the French villa’s not in my future. That’s ok. My divine reality will do just fine.