The Open Closed Door

Okay, imagine you have some friends coming over tonight. As you do a good cleaning of the main areas of the house, where do all of your clutter-y things get thrown? Either you have a this-is-where-we-put-everything-else room or you toss things into your bedroom, right? :) If you’re like us, the master bedroom door has always stayed closed when company was over. Not anymore.

If you’ve read any of my posts in the last year or so, you’ll know that we’ve been through quite a time of growth in our family. For a long time, my heart was predominantly invested elsewhere… not in our home. So, when it came time to really start making our new house a home, I wanted to start with our bedroom. It’s the lesser of the rooms that people see, but it’s the one that is our spot, so it deserved attention first. Here are a couple of before pics (obviously after I had already torn it apart):

IMG_2536 IMG_2537You can see that I had a lot of work to do! :) I kicked my hubby out of the room for a couple of weeks (although he got some peeks throughout the project), and got to work. It was SO FUN pouring my energy into something that I knew was going to bring him joy. He has always wanted textured walls, so I learned how to do venetian plaster, which is now my favorite way to paint. No brushes or rollers… just steel spatulas and sandpaper. I felt like Picasso. :)

God led me to just the right pieces to put on the walls and an awesome artist (Laura Oliver) who made all of the wood signs. When it was finally done, I couldn’t wait for Jeff to see it! Ready to see the after pics?

IMG_2576IMG_2577         IMG_2574So much of my life, I’ve been a people pleaser… worried more about what people thought of me than about what was really going on inside of me. To go along with that, I was worried more about the areas people would SEE in our house than the areas that were ours alone. The Lord started challenging me with all of this last year and now that I’ve surrendered that weakness to Him, He is giving me more peace than I’ve ever had.

I guess remodeling the bedroom first was a representation of that. My heart needs to be clean from the inside out… I don’t need to put on a smiley plastic face to try to make people think I have it all together… that we are the perfect couple… the perfect family. And all of us need to make sure we don’t take for granted those places in our homes that only our family usually sees. We need to pour ourselves into every part of our families and our homes, not to be seen before men, but because God calls us to be good stewards of what He gives us… and because we love our families.

It felt great to know that I had used the gifts God has blessed me with to then bless my husband. I’m so thankful for him, and this was just a small gift to thank him for how amazing of a man, husband, and father he is.

Our bedroom will no longer be the place we throw stuff when we want to clean up for others to see. It will be taken care of just as much as any part of the home. The door will remain open. And this is the sign that’s in a place where my husband will see it every day…

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Because he is.

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