The Missing Piece

A friend of mine (who happens to be a decent contractor and has worked on my house more than once) came by yesterday to [hopefully] fix the leaky roof problem I have in the upstairs apartment at least until I have the house re-roofed next year.

There are problems upstairs that don't involve the building itself, but its occupants. I won't get into it in a blog post-- as it is of a personal nature. I try hard to stay out of it and be unattached. It is harder for my wife, because it involves her son and grandchildren. I wish I had listened to her a few years ago and rented the apartment to somebody else. Oh well: "woulda, coulda, shoulda..." I hope I don't eventually have to do something unpleasant to remove them. Maybe they will work things out or leave on their own. I sure hope so. I know one thing for sure: It is extremely unlikely that I will ever rent to a family member again (on either side).

In the meantime, I should seize the opportunity to better myself and be a witness for Jesus in all of this. In every situation in a believer's life there is an opportunity to grow closer to God, thereby bringing glory to Him. Clearly, people that are young, in good health, have a decent place to live should be happily married and enjoying life with their healthy, intelligent and lovely children. Yet, all the time there is a continuous need to party or fight with each other. I know that what seems to be absent here is Jesus.


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