I was 10 weeks pregnant with Adelyne when Richard and I were working one really late night out at the New Life Center. We had just purchased the property, and it needed a completely new deck. The old deck was basically non existent. Which means, the framework was there, but the walkway was dangerous planks placed strategically one next to each other. And believe me when I say, if you fell off the plank, you were fed to the sharks…or the spiders and other spooky stuff that lived under the porch. It was a true walk the gangplank challenge. And, in order to open a transitional home for men, there definitely needed to be something other than gangplanks to walk.
If you want to see the NLC and the porch, click on the link above (the highlighted New Life Center) and look at the blue house and you’ll immediately see the porch.
Okay, back to my story. So, at 10 weeks pregnant, Richard and I were out there working really late one Polish summer, building the deck. It was quite a dangerous job, and we were basically working off of the day’s light or the waning sun’s light. Just as we finished one part of the deck, we prepared to move to another section to work on when I saw a dangling wire.
Now, mind you, I am not a daft person, but this was definitely not one of my most defining Einstein moments of my life. I decided to loop this dangling wire and hang it from a nail that was protruding from the nearby pillar. I thought, “Oh, great idea, Brooke, I’ll get that dangling wire out of the way.”
Oh, bad idea, Brooke. As soon as I touched the exposed wire to move it, not realizing it was live, 220 volts went shock, right through my body!
Yowzer! It hurt. Yes, it did. But I got back to work. And many hours later with lots of help, that deck was finally finished. Just one small step in the process of making the home that we purchased into the perfect transitional center. Don’t get me started on all of those bags of cement I also had to go and purchase and carry—yes, while pregnant. And the sewage that needed to be cleaned (um…after basically telling Richard that I would clean the sewage filter rocks, even though I was pregnant, he finally jumped in and got the job done)…
Needless to say, every single ounce of effort was so worth it. To see how God transforms the lives of the men that go through the center and its program is astounding.
And, today, as several of the participants from the New Life Center were at our house (our personal house), Adelyne, that same little baby that was in my belly when I was electrocuted 8 years ago, was using electricity.
This time to make muffins. Muffins for the men from the New Life Center.
It’s funny how God works. Eight years ago, I would have never thought my electrocuted baby belly would be using some of that same 220 to bake for the men that live in the home of the porch that she, in my belly, helped build.
Walking the planks was worth it…And I love that my daughter continues to walk them with me.
Tell me, what did you do in your past that continues to be a big part of your life today? I look forward to hearing from you!