It's not everyday things make sense. Like today, or actually this whole week, for instance...kinda confused really. But there has been clarity recently. I knew months ago i was supposed to build a table for a family in philly. I don't know them. May never meet them. But this table is meant for them. A good friend says they need it.
Months have gone by and life, death, self pity, and a heavy dose of complete confusion about what im doing with my days (work wise that is) are my excuses for a pile of wood sitting in the garage. Oh yeah, and an absolutely cluttered and messy garage which i could not work in.
Well, clarity arrived at my door and here's what it said... "just build the table, ship it to philly, and go from there." The great thing is that the "clarity" really goes against what makes sense in this world. For crying out loud the shipping on this table alone to Philly may cost more than just buying a table online at IKEA and having it delivered probably for free! But that's not what clarity told me to do. So i'm going with the still small voice on this one. Screw everything else "rational" and thank God for a wife who supports my interpretation of that voice...no matter how crazy it sounds.
So ok. I cleaned the garage. And last weekend i started building. Soon a family will get a table to sit around and have a chance in life to do something they were truly meant to. Living like we were meant to. For me, the "meant to" is sitting around the table with your family more times a week than you don't, it's kids sitting at the table with mom or dad or a tutor sharpening their young minds. It's stories being told and heard. It's a late night cheesecake slice around that same table when you just need to talk (thank you Golden Girls). This family didn't have a table to do that at. Now they will.
Peace!
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