This past weekend my dad drove down from Sacramento and together we spent the weekend tackling several construction projects on my condo in order to prepare our home for the arrival of Buzzard baby #2. Over the course of two days we: installed a new pine-paneled ceiling in the boys’ room (above pic), installed a series of cabinets in the boys’ room that my dad had built, repaired our broken deck, and installed a garbage disposal under the kitchen sink.
Unlike me, my dad is extremely “handy”–he’s very good at building and fixing stuff. And, unlike me, my dad is a quiet man. His teaching style is different from mine. He doesn’t first explain to you how exactly he’s going to go about ripping the existing ceiling out of your son’s room and how he intends to erect a new ceiling in its place. Without a word, my dad just starts ripping, sawing, and nailing.
My dad doesn’t share his plan.
And this tempts me to think that my dad doesn’t have a plan, that he doesn’t know what he’s doing and that he’s going to make a mess of my home. There were at least 10 moments this past weekend where I anxiously questioned my dad’s wisdom (Are you sure that’s the right kind of lumber to use for the deck? Are you sure we’re putting up this ceiling up correctly? Don’t those cabinets need a few more screws to hold them up? Why’d you throw that away, don’t we still need that? etc…).
With each question, my dad simply asked me to trust him. And, every single time, whether it was 30 minutes or 3 hours later, I’d look at our finished work and realize that my dad knew exactly what he was doing.
And I’m beginning to think that my dad knows exactly what he’s doing by not sharing his construction plans with me ahead of time. I’m beginning to think my dad knows all about my unhealthy need to have everything explained to me ahead of time, to have all the plans laid out. I’m beginning to think that my dad has known this for a very long time. I’m beginning to think that, even though I turn 30 in a month, my dad still likes being my dad and teaching his son how to trust him. I’m beginning to think my dad is a lot smarter than me. I’m beginning to think that I’m finally beginning to learn how to trust…how to trust my earthly father and how to trust my Heavenly Father.