Come in and make yourself at home.
(Just don’t look too closely at my kitchen floor. It’s dirty.)
Here I am. Beth. Just me. A writer, editor, former English teacher, forever wife and mom, and sometime housekeeper. But it’s my work in remodeling that brings me to this conversation. I’m in the midst of a bunch of remodeling projects, some I can touch. Others are more abstract.
Me. My house. My soul. All of it.
Crazy, but I’ve spent a few decades believing that these were already built.
Yeah. Me. My house. My soul.
I’ve believed that the decorating was finished. All I had to do was live in it, add a few new colorful pillows every so often, and be sure the furnace filters were clean.
Ha. What a mess when I started peeling off the old wallpaper. The dust is everywhere.
What a mess when some of the walls started cracking.
Me. My house. My soul.
“You yourselves like living stones are being built up as a spiritual house, to be a holy priesthood, to offer spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ” (1 Peter 2:5 ESV).
And after decades of rushing here and there, filling all the empty spaces with sounds and dances, sometimes breathlessly, I’m pausing to breathe and examine this remodeling dance that is my life. To see where I am in all of this. To see where God is in all of this.
From the stuff I consume — food, music, books, movies — to the things I help create — friendships, laughter, stories, remodeled kitchens and gardening messes — I’m learning to flip my life. To make the old new again. To take something stale and re-purpose it. To learn something new. To give thanks.
My hope with this conversation is to explore the blueprints, landscapes, refrigerators, family rooms and front porches, literally and figuratively. I want to see the beauty in all of it, to figure some of it out, and to walk alongside old friends and new friends who are trying to figure it out too.
My hope is that the words I share might help you reflect and maybe even laugh or cry as you find your way through your own remodeling, rebuilding, and recreating, whether it’s your home, your day, your story, or your life.
Just so you know, I’m no expert.
I’m not a theologian, a philosopher, a deep thinker. I’m a slow learner mostly because I do everything way too fast. I trust too easily. I don’t always follow the recipe. I skim through my Bible reading. I watch way too much Food Network and HGTV. I actually watch The Bachelor. I clench my teeth when my kitchen counters are full of real junk — none of it food — and can mindlessly eat my way through an entire bag of strawberry licorice or Peanut M&Ms while I’m multi-tasking.
Real guilt. Real stomach ache. Real mess.
Thankfully, God has given me real grace. All of the dusty mess is beautiful with Him.
I’d love for you to join me in this conversation, to hear your stories, to learn from your remodeling projects. Together we can share the mess that is our imperfectly beautiful lives.
And I’m trying to be okay with that kitchen floor.
“Behold, like the clay in the potter’s hand, so are you in my hand” (Jeremiah 18:6 ESV).