One Timber At A Time

HEY!!  Remember how I said we were building a house?

Well, we still are and finally, FINALLY, it’s happening.

As of this moment, we’ve got a slab (with in-floor heat and plumbing, thanks to the wizardry and know-how of my husband and our generous friend)!

Andy will start stacking timbers next week.  A house!  We are BUILDING A HOUSE!!

Now, I know that the internet is chock-full of blog entries about house building. It seems like everyone’s doing it, doing it. Building their house and blogging it, blogging it. People thinks it’s clever but it’s not. (My mom used to sing a song to me when I was little and it went like this: “Everyone’s doing it, doing it.  Picking their nose and chewing it, chewing it. People think it’s funny but it’s snot.“) Sorry, couldn’t resist.

But seriously, it seems like everyone who has built their own house has blogged about it. So why am I joining the masses?

To be honest, I don’t really know.  Most days I think I should save my time and energy (and yours, dear, kind-hearted reader) and keep my pictures and ramblings to myself.  Do I really have anything new or worthwhile to say?

No.  I don’t think I do.

But I think God does.  I think God has commissioned this project and I think He has profound things to say to me through it.

And if I know anything about the Yahweh, it’s that His truths are worth sharing.

As a point of reference, Andy and I are leaning hard into Psalm 127 as we go about this exciting (insane?) project.

Psalm 127
A song of ascents. Of Solomon.

Unless the Lord builds the house,
    the builders labor in vain.
Unless the Lord watches over the city,
    the guards stand watch in vain.
In vain you rise early
    and stay up late,
toiling for food to eat—
    for he grants sleep to those he loves.

Children are a heritage from the Lord,
    offspring a reward from him.
Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
    are children born in one’s youth.
Blessed is the man
    whose quiver is full of them.
They will not be put to shame
    when they contend with their opponents in court.

A few thoughts on this: I am so comforted by these words.  So often, especially in a county where a great number of people have chosen to build their own homes, we are confronted with comments like “Our marriage barely survived the house we built.” or “Good luck.  A few months in you’ll wish you’d never started.” or “So, you’ve decided to join the ranks of people who decorate with pink insulation?”   We refuse to have these stories be our story. Because of this house building, our marriage will be stronger, our relationships with our neighbors will be more authentic and beautiful.  And all points in time, we will be glad we started.  And when we are finished, even if there is some pink insulation showing, we will rejoice and we will give thanks to God

because we aren’t building the house.  He is.

In that first blog post, I called it “the house that Schmidt built” and while this is true…because, guys, Andy’s the one who has spent hours (read: days and days) at the mill cutting timbers and has poured over hand-sketched blue prints with more fervor than I do a bowl of ice cream…when it all comes down to it, we are fools if don’t let God do the building.  What does that mean?  Praying. Listening. Obeying. Even if it doesn’t make sense to us.

I could talk about this for hours.  About how I know I need to learn this.  Like really learn it. And not just for house building but for life.

I won’t expound much more now.  Just know that it will creep up as the process proceeds. It feels like the first word He’s given us and we are anxious to hear Him out.

And, as for those verses about children and quivers full of them?  Well, we aren’t planning to have anymore children.  So, we shall see what that means for the Schmidt’s.  Yikes.

Stay tuned, friends.  And to God be the glory.  Forever and ever.  Amen.

About Amy Woschek Schmidt

little moon hoping to reflect the Light. writer of stories. mama to sparrow. wife to schmidty. wholy redeemed by the Holy One, Jesus Christ.
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One Response to One Timber At A Time

  1. Stephanie says:

    Love that you put your handprints into the slab.

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