My evening was long and by the time I made it to the home front I had nothing left physically or emotionally. I was impressed I remembered to take off my shoes and brush my fangs. Stripping off layers of self-protection is not easy business. I am beginning to understand why furniture refinishers deserve to get paid as much as they do. All that sanding and detail work…..what a chore!
I can’t yet see myself as the polished oak piece I am meant to be but I sense myself to have been moved from the storage shed into the work area where the real Craftsman can begin to hone His vision.