Our home is undergoing a renovation. It is getting an expanded kitchen, open doorways, a bigger bath, sturdier stair rails, darker finish on the floors, lighter paint, an open deck, updated lighting, an upstairs laundry room, and some new furnishings.
A new, fresh look for a place we hold dear.
Right now we continue to clean layers of drywall and sanded floor dust as we wait for completion. The new floors are covered with RAMboard to prevent scratches as the work continues. So it is hard to get a feel for the final “look” because all the areas and pieces haven’t been shown together yet. Ugh. I am ready to see it all complete and use those spaces again.
And underneath it all, new beauty is there. Waiting to be uncovered.
This month I am attempting to write every day. I am searching for inspiration, truth, loveliness, insight, memories, connections, humor, tenderness, relevance, and just the right words.
A return to capturing the meaningfulness of this life I have been given.
Right now my thoughts are clouded with dust, delays, broken pieces, overloaded electrical breakers, decisions about paint colors, unfinished HVAC work, the wrong mortar color on bricking, and a clouded view of a finish date. Ugh. I am ready to look beyond myself and my house.
And underneath it all, new words are there. Waiting to be written.
For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. I Corinthians 13:12