resting in what was good this week

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In protecting the Sabbath (which has not always been something I strive to do, but I’m working on it now), I see it as a way of stopping to rest and thank God for what He has done in my life. To focus on the good and thank Him for those things. And to recognize that all of the good is because of Him, not because of me.

Choosing to create white space throughout the week is my way of stopping to let my family members and friends know that my relationship with them is more important to me than plans on the calendar.

Part of the reason that time seems to fly by so quickly is because we’re just rushing around and not doing what we can to make memories. And since the beginning of this 31 Days, I’ve tried to make an effort to make memories. Not by over-scheduling, but by being intentional. Doing new things. Playing new games. Enjoying each other’s company without too much noise.

Here’s a little Instagram dump with some of the really good from this past week.

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This week, there was a whole lot of good. Todd was out of town this weekend on a much-needed golf trip.

The boys and I had the opportunity to spend an evening at a friend’s home with her kids.

While sitting and working at Whole Foods while the boys were in school, one of my very best friends walked up with her precious children and we had the unexpected opportunity to visit for about twenty minutes. It was a bright spot in my week.

Hudson, Hayes, and I didn’t turn on the TV at all on Saturday. We played Candyland, hide and seek, and danced around to “I would walk 500 miles, and I would walk 500 more.” We went to the park and played and ran.

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A dear friend unexpectedly called to let us know he was coming in town for 24 hours. And because our calendar was clear, we were able to have supper and lunch with him and spend lots of time catching up, and he got to meet our kids!

Hudson and I watched Home Alone and I got so much satisfaction hearing his roaring laughter. So so pure and sweet.

I’ve been praying a lot about this series that God will help me complete it, but continue to give me words to share and things that He has laid on my heart about simplifying, creating margin, and resting in Him.

I hope you all have a great day of rest!

This is Day 13 in a series called 31 Days of Creating White Space. You can read the rest of the posts here.

planning white space in your home

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I mentioned earlier in this series that sometimes creating white space takes a little bit of work. It isn’t just about going through and quitting everything and then calling it a day. Ta-da! White space!

We have responsibilities. We can’t just quit life.

But my need for white space is all about my family. Being able to give Hudson and Hayes more of my time, and not feel stressed over messes and schedules and clutter.

(If you’re new here, here’s a little catch up moment: We sold our house in October 2012 after 10 months on the market. We moved into Todd’s grandmother, and started building a house in April after searching for months for the right home.)

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As we’ve planned our home and gone through the building process, the part of the house that I am most excited about is that we’ve created a place for everything while making the most of the square footage.

We don’t have an overabundance of rooms. There is not a craft room or a formal living room or even an actual mud room. But we’ve made a space for everything.

We wanted to maximize functionality with the least amount of space as we could. So we have a hallway just in from the garage. (We have a garage for the first time! A garage!)

Inside the back door is a laundry room. Just past the laundry room on this hallway is a small powder room, built-in cubbies and a built-in desk. This small 100 square foot space is my favorite thing about the new house.

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We can come in from the garage and drop off book bags, purses, and shoes at the cubbies. Then I can drop off the mail and piles of paper that always steal my white space at the desk. I can always have my chargers in one location.

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I hope that this will cut back on the time we spend looking for things and the constant feeling like the piles are running our lives. Do y’all know what I’m talking about? Those piles are just the worst!

Mail, kids’ “artwork,” reminders from teachers, church bulletins, magazines.

There are file cabinets and cubbies and cabinets and places for all the things that you don’t want to keep, but you can’t throw away. (Although I will touch on some plans for how to decide what I can throw away.)

But these things can be achieved without building a new house. What are some of your tips for managing the clutter? The things you can’t throw away.

And how do you decide what you can throw away?

This post is Day 11 in a series called 31 Days of Creating White Space. You  can read the rest of the posts here.

#onebigtruth

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Instead of our usual Build ‘Em Up with Kelly, Courtney, and Jennifer, and instead of my normal Creating White Space post, I am linking up with Courtney for a really special link up called One Big Truth.

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And we want as many of you to participate as possible.

I have told myself so many lies over the years. The enemy will get into my head and have me believing things that aren’t true.

Things like, “I am defined by my weight.” (We covered that already this week.)

“I am defined by my possessions.”

“I am defined by how clean my home is.”

“I am defined by how well my children behave.”

But the one I struggle with right now is this one.

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“I look to people for affirmation.”

And here’s the truth.

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“He has already affirmed me. It has been covered.”

Because here’s the thing. That feeling of striving and trying and pushing and doing all the things in hopes that someone will say those magic words that affirm me. Tell me I’m doing a great job or tell me I’m needed? That right there robs me of my white space.

It clutters my heart and my mind, and even my home.

But it’s covered. He has affirmed me!

Sweet Jessi hammered this scripture home for me at the Influence Conference a couple of weeks ago, and now I say it to myself at least once a day.

1 Peter 2:9

But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for his own possession, that you may proclaim the excellencies of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light.

My precious friend Amy Petersen has started a new blog where she is currently writing for 31 Days about Mistaken Identity. We asked her to share this incredible truth with all of you today.

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ONE BIG TRUTH: Mephibosheth by Amy Ruth Petersen

ONE BIG TRUTH can change your life. Peer in with me as we pull back the curtain in the life of Mephibosheth.

Broken. Hopeless. Dependent.  With his crippled feet and despondent spirit, Mephibosheth was carried into the presence of King David. Shaking with the uncertainty of the king’s intent, Mephibosheth fell on his face in submission and fear (2 Samuel 9:6). With panted breath and trembling, his memories drifted back to the tragic events of his life that led him to this moment:

  • He lost his future due to his grandfather’s disobedience (1 Samuel 15:17, 28).

  • He lost his family (both his father and grandfather) in battle (2 Samuel 4:4).

  • He lost his independence and was crippled in both feet. Fleeing from the palace, his nurse dropped him when she fell (2 Samuel 4:4).

  • He lost honor and lived unnoticed in Lo Debar under the care of provision of another (2 Samuel 9:4).

His life was riddled with disappointment and tragic loss. He was broken… before his encounter with this ONE BIG TRUTH:

God loves and restores the broken.

In that moment with his face to the floor, the kind and generous words of the king offered hope to his hopelessness. The king who had made a promise and intended to keep it (2 Samuel 9:7).

Recoiling in disbelief, Mephibosheth spewed out disgust for his very existence by saying “What is your servant that you should notice a dead dog [garbage] like me?” (2 Samuel 9:8)

In strength and faithfulness, King David lovingly lifts the crippled and defeated man and restores honor, provision, and position to all that he had lost (2 Samuel 9:9-10).

Before…broken.

After…loved and restored.

In gaped amazement, Mephibosheth hears one word…always (2 Samuel 9:13). ONE BIG TRUTH changed his life.

So what one lie do you tell yourself and what is your one big truth? Link up with us or post it on Instagram, Facebook or Twitter with the hashtag #onebigtruth.



your home is your story

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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.

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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.

 

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