And I hear you whispering about the oil painting that’s leaning against the bed. I like it there. Just leanin’……just taking a break from the hard, busy world. My sister will have no patience for such nonsense. She’ll offer to hang it for me. She’s one of those people who’d you’d definitely pick first if you were gonna be stranded on a desert island. She just has good sense and knows how to use all manner of power tools and even hung bead board in mother’s bathroom by herself. I’m sure she could start a fire with a piece of flint and a rock. Yeah, she’ll want to hang that picture and then offer to install an outdoor lighting system before she heads home. But I digress. What do you think? Hang it or lean it?
Friday Hikes
We live 5 minutes from a beautiful state park. For the past 2 or 3 months, we’ve taken the girls there every Friday afternoon for what we affectionately call our ‘Friday Hikes’. At the outset of this adventure, we secured some trail maps and began highlighting the trails as we hiked them, with the intention of eventually hiking them all.
They have come to cherish this routine. And so have we. Sometimes, they’re on a mission to go as fast as possible.
And sometimes they get sidetracked.
When we found this trail—that led to a beautiful rocky lake shore, we knew that it might not be our destiny to hike all the trails. This one is amazing.
We’ve decided that pretty soon, we’re gonna have to bring our swimsuits and a towel.
Oh, and the dogs……they are in heaven!
So, today when we ask the girls where we should hike, I have a feeling I know which trail they will choose. Their dad will name the trees and the birds. And we will learn together to see the divine hidden among the ordinary.
Wall of Frames
You can see my inspiration picture here. What I really wanted to do was hang ‘faux’ board and batten and paint the walls. But when Stevie said to me “Step away from the paint brush,” I figured I should listen. At least for now. So to jazz up, or ‘cottage’ up my living room, I embarked on a picture wall adventure. I did not buy any new frames for this project. I shopped the house and found a wealth of treasure in a box that I brought home from my medical practice two years ago. There was no shortage of frames and certainly no shortage of pictures in this house. Now, they’re all in one place.
I’d also like to find a fig tree or something similar to decorate the book stacks , but for now magnolia branches work perfect.
Maybe I should remind you of the ‘before’ picture. Obviously taken at Christmastime.
I wanted something ‘black’ on the wall, so I wrote my favorite passage of Eight Cousins on a little chalkboard and hung it as the anchor.
And since we’re running out of bookshelves, these stacks of books are the perfect solution.
3 things
1. In lieu of painting my living room (and risking vehement verbal outbursts from my family), I’ve been working on a wall of frames sorta like this:
I’ll show you later today. You’re gonna love it. I just know it.
2. Darcy, from Lifewithmy3boybarians and Graphically Designing, is tweaking my site for me as we speak. I told her this morning that I feel as if she’s here, at my house, helping me move my heavy living room furniture and I keep saying, “Can we just try it on this wall”, for the 47th time. She’s a wonderful mommy and talented writer and designer. Her recent post on her son ‘Trouble’ is an incredible story that should be read and shared.
3. My blog friend Jessica, who is back from a blogging sabbatical, sent me the link for this audio segment on ‘The Thomas Jefferson Education’. It’s a must listen. I’m starting it for the 2nd time this morning. Thank you Jess and I’m so happy you’re back.
Happy Mother’s Day
Enjoy this repost from last fall and have a wonderful Mother’s Day!
“I am so glad that you have come. I will pour out everything inside me so you may leave this table satisfied and fortified. Blessings on your eyes. Blessings on your children. Blessings on the ground beneath you. My heart is a ladle of sweet water, brimming over.”
Anita Diamant, The Red Tent
The Fall
I don’t know if I’ve ever told you about this place. A magical little sanctuary that Stevie labored countless months and years over. A quaint little cottage that he had built for us in the middle of beautiful mountainous country, with a spring fed pond he researched and designed and personally stocked with all kinds of fish and a water trampoline. Paradise. Or pretty close.
Someone decided to trample on our dreams. They came in and took nearly everything ‘but the kitchen sink’ and this little sign.
Our little slice of Eden went from this….
to this…..overnight. And ditto for every other room.
We made the hours’ drive in a somber state of disbelief. We spent the day sifting through broken glass and precious memories. I guess the parallels are endless, but this is what happens in Eden. Everytime. The dream is fleeting. Paradise eludes us. At least for now.
But there is something about suffering that brings joy. And my words will fail to communicate what happened in my heart yesterday. But God is faithful. His mercies are new every morning. Reaching in to give us hope, and life, and salvation.
This song is dedicated to a man whose strength continually surprises me, whose love is redemptive and whose compassion for my ever present tears these days is heroic.