Hey sweet friends! I hope you are having a great day!
Today I’m doing something different, something bold, something I’ve been keeping stored up inside for way too long.
I have a lot to share with you all…and it’s not just decorating. It’s life. It’s joy. It’s pain. And it’s real. I’ve not been all the way honest with you, my readers. Over the past three years, I’ve not given you all of me.
So here, today, I’m coming out of my comfort zone and sharing my heart as it is. That’s all I have. Just me.
For some reason, I feel that I may have portrayed something I’m not, here on my blog. That I’ve made it seem life here is always a clean house, homemade meals and flea market shopping.
Yes, maybe. Maybe from the outside looking in, my home always seems clean & organized. Maybe it doesn’t appear that I have three kids, two dogs, and a husband living with me in our little wanna-be farmhouse. When I post photos here on my blog, I usually share seasonal decorating or new vintage items, sometimes even a recipe. But I want you to know that WE live here. We make messes, play with toys, we make memories. We do puzzles, homework, bake cookies, and our puppy has had accidents on our floor. We are a real, happy, busy, normal family. (well, normal could be argued, LOL)
I certainly don’t want to leave you with the image that all is perfect here. I want to be approachable. I want to be real. I want to be me. I want you to see all of my life…the good, the messy, the funny and the pretty.
And guess what? I chose blogging as my creative outlet. I fell in love with blogging the first time I pushed the publish button. Not because of photos or comments. But because of YOU. Each of you have blessed my heart tremendously in some way. Your sweet words of encouragement and inspiration have made me keep pushing the publish button. But you know what else? Ever so often, I have had someone write a heartbreaking comment…you know the one. The one comment that stings a little. Or a lot. The one nasty comment that makes you contemplate pushing the delete button. And every time these negative thoughts sneak in, I remind myself exactly WHAT I’M HERE FOR:
I’m here to bring glory to God. I’m here to share HIS love. I want HIM to work through me and my simple life. So, my revelation is this:
It’s not about how clean my home is or my photography skills. It’s certainly not about decorating. It’s about using my art to please and glorify the Lord. What is my art you may ask? My art is what makes me come alive!! My art is my life. When I’m with my family, I come alive. When I’m writing, decorating, setting a table, or behind my camera, I come alive. Hosting a Barn Sale, cooking and gardening also make me come alive. And then to be able to share my life with all of you…well, that’s what matters most… That I use my life’s art to grow the Kingdom of God.
I’m reading an awesome book right now. It’s titled A Million Little Ways, by Emily P. Freeman. Thanks, Emily, for writing this book! Because, oh boy has it helped to clarify some life questions I’ve been having lately. You see, as I’ve “blossomed” into my 40’s…I have asked God many questions during our conversations. Like, have I missed the boat? Have I accomplished what you’ve set before me? Am I becoming all that you wanted? Have I made a difference? Did I make connections? Have I given love freely?
I believe I’m hearing Him answer my questions lately. That He is giving me permission to do the things I love. That whatever I “DO”…do it with love, for HIM. And I create, because He created me and my life’s art pleases HIM. That my dreams mean something to Him. And that I should go after those dreams WITH NO FEAR. And that this is just the beginning :)
And oh how I LOVE His answer. What freedom! What joy!
So, here’s what you’ll get from me…
I’m not changing anything. Except that now, I’m not holding back. I’m not leaving thoughts shut up in my heart so others will not know of the truth. The truth of my Jesus…and how He has blessed me, and how He has brought me through deep hurt and loss and heartbreak. How He is all that I need. And how thankful and happy my heart is to really know who I am in Him. That He thinks I’m beautiful. And He loves me even when my house is messy, my carpet is stained, and my photos are out-of-focus :)
And now I want to thank you. Thanks for being here with me. Thanks for reading what I write. And for loving me anyway :)
And lastly, I want to ask you a question…
What is your life’s art? What makes you come alive? Can you give yourself the freedom to live it? What are you here for?