(written Tuesday afternoon)
Today, my bedroom gets walls. It sounds funny, but it’s reality. For about a month, two of my sisters and I have been living in our basement bedroom with just the framework of walls around us. We have our beds down there and everything, but since there was some wiring & work to do on the room before the drywall could be put in, we had to wait a bit. It’s been a good lesson in patience. In fact, this bedroom has been in the works for three years…so yeah. It’s been an excellent lesson in patience.
But, after all this waiting, today is the day that the walls go in. The men putting it in are friends from our old church, and they’re blasting worship music while they work. It’s mid-afternoon as I write this, on my mattress in my grandma’s room (where I’m sleeping while the walls get put in). My grandma is at the nursing home just one mile down the road, an easy bike ride or drive away. She’s there because of her broken leg. It’s been a crazy two weeks, and it would take me so long to write everything down, so I’ll leave it at that. She’s in the nursing home down the street to recover, and I’m staying in her room until my room gets walls.
Patience is a tricky thing. It absolutely sucks to be in the moment, waiting on something. You want to complain, on and on until someone hears you and fixes your problem. But, in most cases, the point of patience is believing that the end product will be better because of the wait. Patience is like smiling in the pain, believing things will get better. Patience is not rushing or constantly striving or “hustling.” Patience is calm, steady progress with a purpose.
These past few years, waiting on a bedroom, have taught me that really, at the end of it all, a bedroom is just a room for sleeping. A mattress is just a place for a body to rest. The space you’re in can change a lot of things about how you look at the world, but it is just a holding place for a soul. A house is just a container for a family. The inside matters more than I think we realize as Americans. Our “needs” include Starbucks, clothes, movies…honestly, it’s all so short-lived and superficial. I’ve been contemplating all of this and how it might play into my vision for my business. Do I want to create something that will only last for a couple years till the next set of family photos comes around? Or do I want to create something that moves people, deep in their hearts? Something that no amount of Instagramming or promoting will affect? I want to create smiles and I want to capture just a piece of what steadfast love really means. Why unfailing love is the only thing we have to hold onto.
I don’t know how a camera can be the avenue to all of this, but I’m sure going to try and figure it out.
When our walls are finished, we’re going to paint them eggshell. I wanted white, but my dad disagreed strongly until I showed him my Pinterest board and he gave into an eggshell. We want as much light in this room as possible. I want it to be an open place, to feel welcoming. Comforting. Peaceful. I’m thinking about what kinds of pictures I want on the walls, what kinds of reminders I want to surround me always. These quotes and more are in my head:
“I went looking for my ideals outside of myself, and discovered it’s not what the world holds for you; it’s what you bring to it. The dreams dearest to my heart are right here.” -Anne of Green Gables
“This is the season she will make beautiful things. Not perfect things but honest things that speak to who she is and who she is called to be.” -Morgan Harper Nichols
“The seasons change and you change, but the Lord abides evermore the same, and the streams of His love are as deep, as broad, and as full as ever.” -Charles Spurgeon
I can’t even begin to say how much these words, these combinations of twenty-six letters, mean to me. I can’t begin to describe how absolutely grateful I am that my space is being constructed with songs that praise the Lord all around. Maybe it means nothing, but I think it means everything. Atmosphere changes us. But we can also be the atmosphere changers. I want a place in our basement that inspires both stillness and passion. Steadiness and good, beautiful change. These walls, this space, it will all be meaningful. Patience is still required for the next steps, but everything is coming in its own time. Who knew walls could mean so much.
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