When a home is lived in by someone who loves to decorate, then that home is a work in progress, agreed? If you have followed my blog for long, you have seen this little corner looking different every time I show it. For now, the birds are in residence and the chair has been uncovered. It really needs a lovely white slipcover, but I won't be making one for it any time soon.
A family is also a work in progress. Family life is a journey, sometimes we enjoy the scenery and sometimes we don't.
Nearly 20 years ago I met the sweetest, kindest, most loving man I had ever known. We married and attempted to blend our two families. We had both been married previously, and I had two children, and he had two children, that he had joint custody of. But they lived full time with their mother. The years that ensued were very, very painful. When the people you love best don't love each other, you live in great emotional pain and trauma. If you have attempted to blend a family, then you might know what I'm talking about.
As the years passed, relationships gradually improved. Then the unimaginable happened, the two children that we never thought we would ever have the pleasure of living with moved in with us. They were then 17 & 18 years old at that time. The next two years were filled with ecstatic joy and a few very deep lows. As a mother, if relationships were not going well, I blamed myself and felt like a complete failure. Thankfully, the lows were few and far between, because over all they were truly wonderful years. The result of that time is the beautiful relationship that I now have with my two sweet, darling step-daughters. I love them more than life itself.
I suppose what brought this thought about is the comment that my youngest left on my blog yesterday, as well as the phone calls that I received from both of them this weekend. The oldest one told me, something to this effect. "Not everyone is fotunate enough to be born into a family with two good parents. So I am truly thankful that you came along and filled that empty place and became the mother that I never had." I am so grateful for the love of God and the for the love of my husband and all of my children. That love has made my life so much richer.
I wrote on my blackboard, "His eye is on the Sparrow and I know He watches me." It's a great reminder that God's eye is always on His children and when fear attempts to sink us, we can look up and see that our lovely Savior knows where we are and He cares.
Now on to the title of this post. This is something that I found at the curbside, a wire plant holder. What should I do with it? All ideas are welcome.
And the next item is the one above. It's very old, it came out of our fireplace and it's meant to hold logs. But I don't need it the fireplace any longer, so do you have any idea how I could re-purpose it? Again, all ideas are welcome.
I hope your Monday is bright and sunshiny!