Year 7 - 2018

Built with Love

The loss of her left an emptiness words couldn’t touch.

She was the heartbeat of the home—wife, mother, friend, encourager. And when she passed, the silence settled deep into the walls. Her husband and children did their best to keep going, but the weight of grief made even the simplest tasks feel heavy.

The house she had once lovingly cared for began to slip—peeling paint, worn-out floors, a yard too big for one man to manage alone. He didn’t complain. He just kept showing up for his kids, day after day. Quietly. Faithfully. Tired.

But he wasn’t alone.

This time, Team Holland didn’t need to hear the full story. Many of them already knew it. They had known her since she was a little girl, taught her children and attended the same church services. They had grieved her loss, too. So when November rolled around, there was no question who the next project would be for.

They came in waves—friends, neighbors, coworkers, teammates. People who loved this family dearly and wanted to honor her by lifting the burden that had grown around them.

New hardwood floors were laid down, strong and warm. Soft carpet gave the kids’ rooms a fresh start. Inside, walls were repainted in calming tones. Outside, the house got a full refresh—painting, landscaping, trimming. What once looked tired began to shine again.

But more than the work, there was presence. There was community. Volunteers shared meals, stories, laughter, and a few tears. It was healing—not just for the family, but for everyone who came to serve. It was personal. And that made it sacred.

When the last brush was cleaned and the tools packed away, the house looked new—but the most important transformation was inside: this family could breathe again.

“Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves.” — Romans 12:10 (NIV)

That weekend, love didn’t just speak.
It showed up.
It built, it painted, it carried—and it healed.