I am a firm believer in your home being a storyteller of your life.
When it comes to home decor and things that are on display in my home, I’m very particular. I like for the walls to tell a story.
I like to be able to look around and see photographs and paintings and treasures that mean something. Things that were picked up on travels or passed down through generations.
I even love to see a wall that doesn’t have anything on it. That white space makes me appreciate all the other furnishings and decorations even more.
I dream of our new home and hope it will feel like a breath of fresh air. That there will be breathing room inside for us to appreciate the things we have.
Todd and I fully intend on weeding through all the stuff when it comes off the truck. We haven’t seen any of these things in over a year. There’s furniture and memories and photos and treasures. But we will also find a lot of things that we haven’t missed at all, that don’t help tell our family story.
Our last home was a little brick bungalow. The rooms were chopped up, but it was cozy. We rarely hosted people at our home, and I frequently apologized for the small rooms and the chopped up flow. Those lies robbed me of my white space.
I have very different ideas now about home and the function of the home and the heart of the home.
I believe that books on a shelf are like little personal trophies. But too many of them can steal your breathing room.
I believe that a home that is surrounded by family photos and framed recipes in your grandmother’s handwriting is full of people who are passionate about family.
I believe that if children live in your house, it’s okay for it to look like children live in your house.
I believe that music should always be playing in the kitchen and that the smells of supper, laundry, and little boys are the smells of home.
I believe in keeping a wall blank until something personal and meaningful grabs your attention as the only thing that can fill that wall.
I believe in allowing friends to see your imperfectly beautiful home when they call and want to stop by to chat.
My hope for our home is that our doors will be open. It will encourage community. Our family table will be open to other families and even college students who need a place to go. I believe in the beauty of hospitality and home that doesn’t come from more things, but comes from love.
And our family story will be told just by looking around the home and by creating that white space, we’re allowing God to move in our home as we build relationships.
This is the 9th post in a series called 31 Days of Creating White Space.