This is what we do for the joy of the King,
For His peaceable Kingdom,
For a world in despair.
And this is why we bring any hope we can give,
Any bread from the table,
Any touch of His hand.
This is what we do.
This is where we go.
This is why we sing.
This is how we live.
This is who we are.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Painting the Ceiling (Not exactly "dancing on the ceiling!")

This was how I spent a big chunk of my Sunday afternoon.  (At least we enjoyed a nice picnic in the park between church and the paint job.)  It wasn't a hard job but, as you can see, it required a lot of "scrunching" of the neck and shoulders.  No, we're not going with purple ceilings.  This particular white ceiling paint goes on lavender so you can make sure that you're getting thorough coverage.  Pretty cool, actually.  Note the gummy grimace in the pic below.


Brazenlilly said...

I totally was thinking: Hmmm. Purple kitchen, I guess. Interesting. :) Thanks for clarifying. Hard work feels great when it's done! Even if it's accompanied with sore neck and shoulders.

John B said...

I was expecting to see some sort of scaffolding rigged up with you lying recumbent like Michelangelo painting the Sistine Chapel. Oh well....did you splatter any paint in your hair or face, that happened to me last time I painted a ceiling?

johnsonandjohnson said...

oh, what a feeling....when your painting on the ceiling

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Diane Davis said...

ha! good one jen.