One of the earliest Christmas presents I can recall is when I was around 4 or 5 years old and my Dad made me a small workbench. It was placed in the basement, next to his big one. I spent a lot of time watching my Dad work on projects, handing him tools, and trying to understand how it was that he knew how to do so much! As time went on, I continued to hand him tools, if I could remember what he asked for between the time I left his side and went to his workshop! It became clear as I got older that my skills were not in the realm of working with my hands – I just didn’t have those gifts.
It bothered me for quite some time, and at times still does, that I was not given the gene or gift or whatever it is to do skilled work with my hands. I have come to accept that my gifts lie elsewhere, and I am grateful for this reminder and expression of the wonderful diversity and variety of our loving God.
All this is to give you the background for why I remain pretty humbled that, while Gina read instructions and assisted (and assured me this was very do-able), she and I removed an old faucet and drain in our bathroom and installed a new one… and it works, and there are no leaks! Truly amazing. I had visions of getting partway through and needing to call a plumber to finish.
In the grand scheme of things, not a big deal. Lots of folks can do this, and better and quicker than me. However, for me, a moment to celebrate. With instructions, patience and a little encouragement, we did it. Completely out of my comfort zone and Gina was right – it went just fine.