My House Looks like my Life Feels

Because of a water tank episode, almost all the flooring in my house is being replaced. That sounds lovely doesn’t it. Who wouldn’t want to have new flooring, new desk,new colours, even a new wall paper boarder? Me, that is who.

I sat in the decorating place, picked out the colours and burst into tears because nothing will look like it did when Ron was here. The sales lady cried too. She just lost her mom and so we blubbered in the store together.

All of the fixing started December 27 and day by day my living space gets smaller. First of all the china cabinet contents exploded onto every flat surface. The china cabinet itself sits in front of the living room window. By last night, the TV was unseeable and all the chairs too cluttered to sit on. Stuff surrounds my bed. I have one tiny walking path which I dare not use without a light of some kind.

Do you see what I mean? My house looks as bad as I feel. But there is that one little path through, and that one glimmer of hope and light and that one hand to hold. So Christ and I move through together toward healed house and healed heart.

Choosing the right Paint

For a scant three hundred dollars, I got exactly the right paint for the walls. Yes, I am redecorating. Expensive you might say? Not for the whole house. After all, paint is paint. But I digress.

Truthfully, the only paint I needed to match, I didn’t even get to choose. The dentist mixed a few potions together to blend the new parts of my chipped front teeth with the old originals.

While the local hardware store might have been faster, it wouldn’t have been so thorough and any way they only sell by the quart and the gallon. I just needed a smidge…..I haven’t seen myself in the dark yet. Perhaps I will be like the “Home Alone” criminal whose front toot sparkles a gem-like twinkle.

Just goes to show you that a fall is more than a seson of the year.