I’ve spent a lot of time hugely doubting myself…making excuses…not carving out time…which were really all ways of not fully trusting God.
I started my scary journey towards my God-sized dream with a baby step- emptying a wall of its furniture and going in search of the perfect writing desk. As you may recall, it looked like this:
|Cheap, Craigslist desk|
|Almost empty wall|
After some time spent researching how to paint furniture (entirely new territory for me) and gathering supplies, I got that desk painted. My long-suffering husband listened to my very vague ideas about some art I wanted for the space (and I use the term long-suffering because I give him vague ideas but in my head I know exactly what I want- and he has to figure that out since I’m not able to accurately describe said ideas). My mom reminded me that she had my grandmother’s precious little wooden sewing chair and offered it to me. So, without further ado, here is my writing space:
P.S. While on the topic of trusting, please continue to pray about the potential adoption situation. We are still prayerfully (and trying for patiently) waiting. Which reminds me of my “Hannah” bracelet… Hannah’s C.R.E.W.- Confidently Resting, Eagerly Waiting.