I’ve been painting. I’ve been painting my heart out. I actually despise painting. I really do. But somehow I have found myself caught up in this endless web of painting. Everything needs painting. We bought an old house (built in 1950′s) and a lot needed to be done. I now find myself eating my words I so proudly spoke a little over a year ago when I said to my hubby, “Wouldn’t it be fun to buy an old house and make it our own?” So that we did.
I actually love our house because it has character. It has a big backyard that the kids can play in. We’ve got it separated out into sections. I’ve got a space for my colorful flowers, a space for the decorative ones, a few raised garden beds intended for my newfound passion (which has since fizzled out): sustainable living through vegetable gardening. Yeah, it didn’t happen.
I’ve thrown myself into this house since we moved in a little over a year ago. I took it upon myself to refinish everything but since the moment I started I wanted it done now! I have little patience for things but I also got bored. One of the things we did to spruce it up was add baseboards but we didn’t realize what a huge job that was. Therefore they have been left unfinished for the past 10 or so months. This past weekend I finished one room. It felt good but it took forever. That task coupled with the new paint in the kitchen, new light fixture, and new paint on the family room wall left me little time for much else. People have asked me how I manage to find the time to work on house projects as the mother of 2 children. And they have also made comments such as, “You’re amazing, I don’t know how you do it all.” What they don’t know is that many times my kids take a backseat to my projects. Sad but true. This lack of satisfaction thing has really got a hold on me.
This past weekend at church, the guest speaker spoke about being satisfied in Christ. He mentioned that we could ponder on that very thought for days – weeks even and still not fully grasp it. Wow, have I lacked satisfaction lately. I really needed that message to whip me into shape. Then I came home and painted my patio door green with some extra paint we had lying around!
I really need a hobby other than the house. I need something that will rejuvenate me rather than drain me. The guest speaker also mentioned that we need to be in the word. He used the following analogy: in the beginning reading your bible may taste like brussel sprouts to you but eventually your body will come to love it, yearn for it even. And I have found that to be true during the times I have made an effort to spend time in the word.
So, I’m making this declaration: enough of these draining projects around the house. This will be finished once and for all. I need some more brussel sprouts in my life. Who’s with me???