07/28/2026
Rolled through the Gateway/Sonic combo out at HWY 20 and St Augustine the other day, and there it was — my oak trim work, 24 years old and still standing proud like it just got installed yesterday. No warping, no gaps, just good ol' oak doing what oak does.
Funny thing is, back then I barely knew a miter saw from a mitre box. My X-father-in-law was walking me through it step by step, probably wondering if I'd nail my thumb before I nailed the trim. Turns out I caught the bug instead, and I've been chasing sawdust ever since.
Reminds me of Matthew 7:24-25 — the wise man who built his house on the rock, so when the rains came and the floods rose and the winds beat against it, it didn't fall, because it was founded on solid ground.
Well, twenty-four Texas summers, storms, and probably a few teenagers leaning on that trim is about as close to "wind and flood" as it gets — and it's still holding strong. Guess when the foundation's right and the work's done with care, it doesn't just survive, it holds.
