Good Enough To....
Those are a couple of side tables that my Mom and Dad had, when they lived in their Condo in Florida. They may have accompanied them in the 2 prior homes in Florida and maybe even in Pennsylvania before their retirement.
Although they were well taken-care of for all those years, they were approaching a half century old. Hence, time to refurbish.
Trouble is, we don't really have a place for them any more, primarily owing to our getting some new furniture over the past few years. Nonetheless, I forged ahead and started a round of sanding and spraying on new paint.
Now, the tops were Formica, so we had to get some special primer so the new paint would adhere to the tops. God bless Peg ... who has turned into a real computer/internet whiz ... she found us some at one of the big stores that carry enough stuff to plan, build, finish, and tear down your house. Which is where we bought it.
The job was fraught with all sort of little wrinkles, but one day I'd finished the tops with a brownish-gray hammered finish, and the sides with the gloss black. Peg pointed out a couple of drips and runs on the sides, and I responded nobody would really ever see them, and besides, I didn't even know where we would put them. She said that others would as we would probably not keep them.
Seems our granddaughter had seen them when they were in our ground floor apartment, and mentioned if we ever got rid of them, she'd like to have one ... for her office at church.
She's as Assistant to our Youth Minister there. And it seems someone else had expressed an interest in perhaps taking one of them.
Well now. They were going to someone else, and now ... suddenly ... I am more concerned how well finished they are.
I have to wonder if I am always mindful that what I do in the Kingdom work is not for me. And it's not for the folks I am teaching or ministering to ... it's being done for Jesus. After all, the absolute best work anybody ever did, anywhere, any time, was done at Calvary ... by Him ... and for us.
Shouldn't our work for Him be our very best? After all, His was, for us, 2000 years ago.