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You’re not me. Thank God.

I had to make a trip to Home Depot yesterday. Every time I walk in that place, insecurity greets me at the entrance.

“Welcome. You’re about to get in way over your head!”

I swear the cheesy overhead music scratches to a halt and everybody shoots their eyes in my direction, rolls them in unison, and then goes back to business.

I’m still waiting on the app that helps you navigate your way through the store. It’s probably just me, but I think they hide items down unrelated aisles in order to separate the naive homeowners from the professional contractors. And ask for help? Not a chance. Guys are supposed to know this stuff.

It’s not that I’m a total waste in regards to home improvement. I know my way around a table saw. I’m no stranger to the drill, or the tape measure, despite my math allergy. I’m just not the eat sawdust for breakfast, I’ll be in the garage, hand me that wrench kind of guy.

As a kid, while my brother was in the shed learning how to sharpen lawn mower blades, I was in my room reading comics or getting lost in a movie. I was the kid standing in front of a karaoke machine, practicing to be the sixth member of *NSYNC. Don’t judge me.

I had no interest in learning about construction or auto repair; I spent most days in my imagination.

Looking back, I wish I’d taken the time to learn some of those things. As a new homeowner, I’m quickly realizing the value of fixing stuff yourself, and though I have learned a lot in my adult years, I know it will never come naturally to me. I’m wired differently.

But that doesn’t always sit well with society. Read More…

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