streamlined it somewhat. Sometimes, I need simplicity. I loved the big lamp that sat on the end of my desk, but in the decluttering process, this small glass lamp found a new home here instead.
I love this little corner in our studio. I did a little decor fluffing, and filled a metal box with my ribbon spools. I love how crazy the sketching model always looks. I think it's running hurdles. (Incidentally, I've been dying to do that my whole life but scared spitless to try. Isn't that funny?) The people I live with find it hilarious to pose it. Often.
I moved my old craft cupboard so that I can see it when I'm in my living room. I like to look at it. I think it inspires and calms me. I also re-hung the curtains I took down when we listed our house. Which brings me to this- Adrain and I came to the same startling conclusion about our home. There may be some different career possibilities with his employer, over the course of the next year. One of them of course, would be staying put indefinitely, but financially, that's the least favorite of our choices. We don't know what his career path will look like this time next year, so our first thought was to remove our home from the market while we ride out the waiting period, and forget all this hope and nonsense of trying to sell. And then, it was as though the shadow of the past two years finally caught up to us, and firmly assured us that God's got this. While listed, our home will not sell if it's not meant to. (I'm pretty sure the publisher's clearing house debacle of 2011 proved that one.) And nothing will keep it from selling at the proper time if it's meant to. It sounds so simple, and I've been hearing and saying it all forever but believe me, the road to the full realization of this has been anything but simple. I mean I knew it of course, but now I seem to really know it. It's as though we suddenly relaxed-truly relaxed-into the abyss of not knowing, and ceased almost caring (or maybe fretting is the better word here?) because the future rests entirely in the most capable of hands- God's. We can stay or go- I'm good with either and the peace I finally feel over the entire thing is overwhelming. In fact, I hardly know what to do with it now that I have grasped it. I didn't know I lacked it, until I finally had it, and I have no idea how I got it. It's been a journey, that's for sure.
in my heart. There is an overflowing quality happening here.... like I'm no longer an empty shell, just waiting... waiting.
life is renewing in my little world, and it has nothing to do with the promise of spring.
on the inside. Like I'm somehow attempting to display outwardly what I'm rejoicing of inwardly. Does that make sense?
Or am I the only one?