Coming home from an expedition in search of an exterior front door, we were surprised to see a bold, black scrawl of words written on a piece of framing. We were even a little uneasy, until we read the words. “God bless this house with spiritual growth and love,” was written on the lintel of what will be the opening to the front door of the new house. The frame containing the lintel piece has not been nailed into place yet, and is lying flat on the concrete slab.
It was late afternoon, one of those crispy blue moments when everything is seen in sharp relief, breezy and fresh. Quiet.
We opened the door, went inside and Buck asked me for a marking pen. I found one, and he added his own addendum to the message: “And God bless all who built it,” with our names and the date.
I have an idea who wrote the blessing. And I have an image of that person finding himself alone at the job site this afternoon doing a bit of work. I even have a sense that he may have found a space for spiritual communion here among the longleafs. Maybe it didn’t happen that way, but not everything needs to be fully explained. A little mystery along adds depth to the richness of our tapestries, and allows for the open moment of possibility, a respite.