Many of you may have seen pictures from last week.
My before bathroom.
Our contractor built a wall and a pocket door for a space for the toilet.
In case you didn’t notice,
our toilet was smack in the middle of our bathroom.
It was awkward and weird and just no.
We have had to be very strategic in placement, where to build and where to put everything.
The dusty footprints stay ever present, no matter how many times I swiffer wet jet it.
There is a lingering smell of paint in the air because literally we have painted everything we own.
It’s like a drug. We. can’t. stop.
But building something new in an old home reminds me that there are new places of my heart that the Lord is building.
24 years of life have created spaces that are worn a little, crackled and scarred with joy and with sadness.
the best thing about seasons is that they are ever changing.
newness is on the horizon.
and PRAISE THE LORD FOR NEW TILE IN THE MORNING!