You’ve probably heard the old saying, the cobbler’s children go unshod. Meaning the cobbler stays so busy looking after his customers it leaves no time for his own children. Many of us go through life as such outward looking people.
This is my bathtub. A retro 1970’s chocolate brown jacuzzi tub. Except the jacuzzi part does not work. It was disconnected years ago. When you rang the doorbell, the jacuzzi would go on in the bathroom upstairs. Is that not a hoot?! 😂 I’m not the sharpest crayon in the box, but I do know you don’t want the electrical in your bathtub to be faulty. And I also might add, it leaks.
My dad was a builder. He had his own construction company all my life. He built our home. I’m the cobbler’s child. 😔
On the bright side, I do have shoes. Lots of them! 👠👡👢👟 But my home is falling apart!
I’m on it. Taking over where my dad left off. I’m now putting on the builder’s hat. And slowly but surely taking care of my own. One step at a time. As I have the means to take care of it.
What in your life or community needs repair? What has been overlooked to take care of others outside of your circle?
I often hear of mission trips serving third world countries when our local folks are starving and homeless here on the homefront. Outward looking people. There’s nothing wrong with looking outward. But someone needs to look inward. To help their own. Those that cannot help themselves. Help, not enable.
My goal is to lose the brown tub. The faulty wiring. The leaky pipes. But save the integrity of the house that my dad built. Where he and I still live. And while I’m doing it, fill his pills, provide some meals, and listen to a few stories of days gone by. Again. And again.
Anyone who does not provide for their relatives, and especially their own household, has denied the faith and is worse than an unbeliver. 1 Timothy 5:8
Love and laughter,