ONE STEP, ONE SHINGLE, ONE BREATH
My initial optimism, fueled by the adage "Take the bull by the horns," proved woefully inadequate in the face of the overwhelming reality of this roof renovation project. What began in November 2023 as a seemingly simple roof replacement – undertaken just months after my own mild stroke – spiraled into a chaotic maelstrom.
The seemingly straightforward task was immediately complicated by my husband's medical emergency on March 18th, 2024, the very first day the roofers began demolition. The damage from Hurricane Hilary the previous year had left our home exposed to the relentless California rains, exacerbating an already precarious situation.
The sheer scale of the project quickly became apparent: the constant influx of contractors, the disruption to our daily lives, the dust, the noise – it was a relentless assault on my senses.
The constant presence of so many men working on and in my home, inside and out, represented a significant and unexpected adjustment, particularly given the emotional turmoil I was already experiencing. It was more than just the physical disruption; it was the emotional weight of navigating this immense undertaking while simultaneously grieving the profound loss of my husband.
This roofing project renovation was far more than just replacing shingles; it's a metaphor for the larger project of rebuilding my life. Widowhood presented me with a series of unexpected challenges, forcing me to confront unfinished tasks, navigate bureaucratic hurdles, and grapple with the emotional complexities of loss.
This journey has been a testament to the quiet strength found in perseverance, a daily affirmation of Gods presence, my resilience, one step, one shingle, one breath at a time. The path ahead appeared ominous and uncertain, but I found solace in the slow, deliberate process of rebuilding
my life, led by godly men and Gods providence on steroids.
~rjs
PROVIDENCE
My journey has been nothing short of extraordinary, a tapestry woven with unexpected twists and turns that have profoundly shaped my understanding of faith, love, and providence.
Initially, the team and I envisioned a straightforward path, a meticulously crafted plan. However, the reality unfolded in a series of dramatic eleventh-hour occurrences, each demanding a surrender of our carefully laid strategies and a complete reliance on God's timing.
These weren't mere setbacks; they were pivotal moments, forcing us to confront our limitations and embrace the unpredictable nature of life.
Each unexpected event, each last-minute surprise, served as a catalyst for growth, pushing us beyond our comfort zones and deepening our reliance on God.
The seemingly insurmountable obstacles became opportunities to witness God's unwavering faithfulness and provision.
Daily, we learned to relinquish control, to trust in Gods A plan far grander and more intricate than our own. The screeching halts became pauses for reflection, moments of profound spiritual insight.
The experience not only transformed Project Becky itself but has also fostered a deeper understanding of God's grace within the team, myself, and all prayer warriors.
It's a testament to the power of surrendering to Gods divine orchestration of life, recognizing that the unforeseen benefits are often the most enriching and transformative.
This journey has been a powerful reminder that God's goodness is not confined to our expectations but unfolds in ways that far surpass our comprehension. rjs
"EVERY NEW BEGINNING COMES FROM SOME OTHER BEGINNINGS END."
The transition to my new home has been nothing short of transformative.
Downsizing has brought an unexpected peace. The smaller space requires less cleaning, freeing up time and energy.
More importantly, it's a sanctuary, free from the painful memories associated with my late husband.
This new beginning has allowed me to live within my means, a significant relief, and to finally create a space that truly reflects my personality – a feminine, ambient, charming condo named, The Marriott, overflowing with love and laughter. It's a dream come true where your visit will exceed your expectations as you enter.
The journey wasn't easy. Decluttering took a few short months (4), a process of letting go of possessions tied to the past and embracing a simpler life. 
It was a necessary shedding of the old to make room for the new. The previous home, while adequate, was simply too much to manage – both financially and physically. The extensive yard work proved overwhelming.
Eight months now into this new chapter, I find myself in a place of unexpected serenity and peace.
Leaving behind cherished memories, dreams, and plans was incredibly difficult.
But for those of us navigating significant life changes, sometimes a fresh start is essential for financial stability and a more manageable lifestyle.
The peace I've found is profound and something I never anticipated. The Marriott isn't just a condo; it's a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the surprising capacity for joy that can emerge even from the deepest sorrow.
Grief is a complex and unpredictable journey, and I've learned that sometimes, the greatest healing comes from embracing change and creating a space for new beginnings. ~rjs
