Unless Frank Builds the House

I am adding an in-law suite to my house. My parents are moving up in September. I have watched people care for their parents in their latter years and while it seems very difficult, it seems really right. So, we are building the addition. My builder is Frank. He is in charge. As I have watched it seems like the main thing Frank knows is sequence. He also must be very good to his people because they are excellent. When I say that Frank knows sequence I mean he knows the answers to when and what. The workers come in and they do their thing. They do dry wall or plumbing or floors or framing. The key seems to be not just doing things well but doing things in the right order. Of course, this like everything else, makes me think of God. Someone really needs to know what they are doing to know sequence. So, God brings different things into our lives. Each one doing their particular work. Nothing may make much sense until close to the end. But God, like Frank, seems to know exactly what he is looking for. For Karen and me, God has decided it is time for my parents to move up and in. It will be an adjustment for all of us but what a project God is doing. It is a privilege to watch someone who knows what they are doing. It is a little like watching an artist. I am glad Frank is my builder and God is my God.