A Week of Questions

As the framing continued and the structure of the house rose higher each day, another phase of the process began.

Questions.

Lots and lots of questions.

It seemed that every time I stepped outside or answered the phone, another one was waiting.

Where do you want your light switches?

How many outlets will you need in this room?

Do you want can lights or fixtures?

Do you have the exact dimensions for your vanity yet?

Have you ordered your plumbing hardware?

And then came the follow-up questions.

Oh wait—you have double vanities? I only bid for a single. That’s going to cost more.

And the extra concrete we had to pour in the garage… that will increase the price too.

What kind of fireplace do you want in the master bedroom?

This dimension looks off—can we talk about it?

Meanwhile, the painter and drywall crew had arrived and were asking about exterior colors.

And just as we began discussing that, the brick mason showed up with news I hadn’t expected.

They couldn’t find matching brick.

The original brick on the house was no longer being made.

Well… that certainly settled one decision.

Painting—or possibly limewashing—the exterior was now the direction we would have to go.

Just as I began wrapping my mind around that, another question arrived.

Did you say you wanted to vault the ceiling in the hallway and dining room?

We need to talk about that before we move forward.

And what about the cabinet designs?

Do you want the ceiling vaulted above the range hood?

We need to know before we proceed.

The questions kept coming.

Each one requiring a decision.

Each decision requiring a choice.

And every choice… affecting the budget.

There were moments I felt like my head might spin right off my shoulders.

No one really prepares you for how many decisions are involved in building something like this. Every detail matters. Every measurement impacts something else. Every adjustment ripples through the rest of the design.

But in the middle of the swirl of choices, one thing remained clear.

This entire process has been a walk of faith.

Faith to keep moving forward when the costs rise.

Faith to trust that each decision will come together in the end.

Faith to believe that what is being built here will be used for something far greater than the walls themselves.

My Father’s House has never been just about construction.

It has always been about calling.

And calling often asks us to step forward one decision at a time.

Even when we feel completely overwhelmed.

So the questions kept coming.

And slowly… the answers began taking shape.

One decision at a time.

One conversation at a time.

One step of faith at a time.

Because building something meaningful is rarely simple.

But when God is the architect, even the overwhelming moments become part of a much larger story.

And little by little, My Father’s House continued to take shape.