sorry it has been a while since my last post- I am by no means a consistent, or addicted blogger.
The saturday after thanksgiving the same person who tiled our bathroom helped us by tiling our woodstove wall also. We now have a slate back splash and base for the stove and it is really beautiful! It was interesting though, we got into a conversation about the type of accent strip I wanted on the wall and i couldn't decide so i blurted out, 'well it's not my home and it's not my home so it doesn't really matter'. If only i was more disciplined in living this truth.
We live at Sacandaga Bible Camp in one of their cabins and so in a literal sense it is not my home because i don't own it. But in a more literal, more.... truer spiritual reality this is not my home at all. And yet every few days, or hours i get sucked into trying to make my life and my house look like a magazine. I believe in using the 5 senses to enjoy beauty and that even that enjoyment worships God- but i also think that i am prone to spend more time worshiping a cute stack of old books or antique bottles than my savior.
So I am trying to remain just a bit displaced. :)
