Well here I am again after the longest “month” in history. The changes to Naphtali’s Land are not quite as amazing as I had hoped they would be. My own technological deficiencies, procrastination and disorganization are mostly to blame and I won’t even mention the writer’s panic. (Kind of like writer’s block but heavy on the self-doubt). But my love for writing, reminiscing and sharing His love won out. I have added some pictures and will continue to add to them to future and past posts as I find them (that is the disorganization part). So without further ado, welcome to the new, semi-illustrated Naphtali’s Land.
Determined to get back to writing, I decided that a desk in the living room was the answer to the things that had been getting in the way of my creativity. There was a wonderful large wooden desk in my bedroom on the 3rd floor that I thought would be perfect set back in the corner. I could look out over the balcony, inspired by the seasons and be more accessible to family, kitchen and yes I admit it, the TV.
I was so excited about it that I almost didn’t consider how I would get it down the stairs. My plan consisted of laying it down on its’ top, getting in front of it on the stairs, and slowing sliding down on the seat of my pants with it braced against my back. I thought that by holding on to the railings on either side of the stairs the chances of anything going wrong were minimal.
After taking the drawers out and flipping it over I maneuvered it to the top of the stairs, positioned myself in front of it and reached back to gently tip it over the top step.
I am not sure what all the natural forces that came into play were but they meant business. I am pretty sure gravity was one of them because as soon as the desk tilted down it began to slide and was not inclined to stop. It suddenly weighed 500 lbs and there was no way I could either straighten all the way up or relax into a fully seated position. Half crouched, holding on to the railings for dear life and pushing my back against it as hard as I could, I realized I was no longer in control. Praying as I inched my way down each step I seriously asked the Lord not to let my family find my lifeless body at the bottom of the steps crushed beneath the desk.
To make matters worse when I finally got to the bottom and tried to turn it into the living room it got stuck against the wall opposite the stairs, suspended above the floor. It is a free standing staircase. The kind that kids and dogs like to run around from room to room, and I found myself doing a variation of that as I went back and forth repositioning it inch by inch until I could set it down on the floor without damaging the wall.
I am sitting at the desk as I write this thinking about how I pray each day that God will give me the strength and determination I need for whatever I do. From now on though I think I will let Him pick the projects.
