Be at Home

I spent some time over the weekend looking at the changes in my life.

I went to see a neighbor yesterday and it was like stepping back in time. Her husband was sitting on the couch watching a football game. I had forgotten it’s football season. This time last year, I was sitting on a couch watching football.

Later, I was driving into town and saw an abundance of firewood for sale. This time last year was all about the firewood. Where I was, there was a fireplace. This year, I asked my landlord if he would be willing to to knock down a wall and put one in this little house. He said, “No.”

Hey, you don’t know until you ask.

My other neighbor told me I could buy a fireplace. He saw a little heater that resembled a fireplace, so I did some research.

fireplace

This is what I came home with.

I actually like this little guy better than the real thing. With the flip of a switch you have instant cozy, no mess and no wood to buy.

We have heard it said, ‘Home is where the heart is’, but today my darlings, this heart is home.

Under the Bed

Sunday mornings feel good. It’s the day I look back at what’s been accomplished for the week. A good bit got done, but there’s more to do.

This week I worked on my bedroom.

It had become a place to sleep and not a place to dwell. I was laying in bed one night and all I could think about was what was under my bed.

When was the last time I looked under my bed? What was being stored there? When was the last time it was thoroughly cleaned?

The next morning, I found the answers.

My daughter had a guitar case and a couple of plastic bins of clothing under my bed. She has a platform bed and cannot store anything underneath, so I offered my space. It was a collection of dust and dog hair under there, so this had to change. The top of her wardrobe was empty, so I placed the bins up there. The guitar case is by the back door awaiting storage.

I moved the bed to another location in the room and cleaned the floor during it’s move.

Also, as I was laying in bed that night, I found myself staring at an empty wall wondering what time it was. I rolled over and grabbed my phone from the bedside table, but the light hurt my eyes. I wanted a clock on that wall.

clock
It says Kensington Station, London.

“Go big, or go home,” is my thinking.

After I purchased the clock, I spotted something else that was sweet. It was just a little pull chain for the ceiling fan, but it spoke to my heart.

heart

Get it? Spoke to my heart…Hah! (That’s for you Little Fears )

My daughter would exit the room on that one.

The chain was long and had to be shortened. I tried living with it full length, but it was designed for a high ceiling, which I don’t have. It bopped my head whenever I walked under the fan. Being hit on the head by a blingy heart is not a bad thing, but became a little annoying after a while.

The heart is just a tiny detail for the room.

I see God working in the details of my life.

I see you God and you have my heart.

Leave January Behind

“Now that January is out of the way, we can finally get 2019 started.” ♥ SC Lourie.

towater