One by one, bag by bag, tool by tool, my mom, step dad and step brothers carried everything we’d need for a weekend of replacing our kitchen and laundry room floors into our home late Friday evening.
No detail was spared in the project — from the perfect-colored matching grout to the precisely placed porcelain tiles that took hours lay out. Nor was anything overlooked for the caring of the people — my mother came prepared with enough food to feed an army via crockpot and skillet, disposable plates and buckets for washing utensils.
And all of it — the materials for the floor, the time and talent of laying the floor, the food — gifted to us in a loving act of generosity.
This just days after John’s dad and our contractor friend offered to take out a wall to help the floor-laying process go more smoothly.
By Sunday morning before I left for church, I looked around my house ..."
To read the rest of this story, head over to the Immanuel Church blog.
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