A Fine Home-Builder

I often refer to Builderman in my posts. We’ve been married for 31 years and counting. There’s a lot I love about him. He’s loyal, giving, honest and his strong character makes him utterly trustworthy. He is also the finest builder I’ve ever known.

I’ve always found it fascinating that Jesus was a carpenter. The Greek word “tecton”, used in many of the references to Jesus as a carpenter, actually is more accurately translated as “General Contractor” or “Master of the Craft.” I am an eye-witness to what that means.

Regardless if Builderman is crafting a custom staircase, supervising the many details in acquiring a Certificate of Occupancy on a multi-million dollar home, or crafting a toy for Rosebud, he is functioning as a Master Builder.

When he prays over our family, does acts of kindness for us and works hard as provider and protector, he is excelling as a Master Builder. The demand for fine new homes might be rather lame in the current market, but the true value of a Master Builder will never diminish.

Our children always thought their daddy could fix absolutely anything, and he pretty much can. He excels in common sense and practical knowledge… a very handy guy to have around.

Papa’s Toy Shop is now open for another generation. Rosebud received a train whistle in her stocking at Christmas that amazes me. It has four tones to create a rich chord and a beautiful sound. But we had the most fun when she tested her new swing, hung from a limb of a lovely oak. Nothing was more lovely than her sweet smile...