Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Day 22 of 31: Part 2--One Room at a Time

Big Blank Wall Alert

            Now that I’ve been in my home for 2 and a half weeks, I’ve decided that I’m giving myself a grace period of a year…as far as décor and design go.  I’m going to need a year to figure out what I want for my home, a year to make it all the way through the house.  Right now I’m just logging in hours here, reading on my couch and looking around at the bare walls.  I brainstorm a bit about what furniture pieces or wall décor would look good, but my brain really doesn’t naturally storm that way. 
            It’s not that I want to just keep reading and neglect my bare walls; it’s just that…dude, where do I start? 

            As a college and grad student, I learned a few things about procrastination and working under a deadline.  When I had a paper due, I had to muster up the discipline to write out the outline—just sit in the seat and close down my internet browser.  Just start, just write.  Once I had my outline done, I knew where I was going.  Half my energy was exerted in just getting off to a good start. Getting started was the biggest step, followed by several small steps.
            Any mess in life—whether the mess in my bedroom or the mess in my office or the mess of a situation I care about—any mess in my life seems to paralyze me.  I’d really like for the situation to become completely clean and organized, but where do I start? I whine to my mom or to my friends that I just need them to help me get started. 
            I have often talked with my mom about this.  I have some strengths in life, but organizing a mess is not one of them.  Neither is figuring out how to put together a beautiful centerpiece or decorating an entire home.  Most of the time, this kind of thing literally gives me a headache.  When I think about these projects, I feel like I have a heavy blanket on me, and I can’t move.  I have to fight myself to do it, and I usually end up getting ticked at how inefficient I feel.
            That’s naïve and immature, but also very real. (Anybody else with me on this?)  I guess it’s natural to cringe and hate our weaknesses like they’re lice or something.  But organizing, decorating, and creativity are important parts of life.  I can’t go through life saying I’m bad at it and just figuring that I will always have a semi-cluttered home that will only be about 25% as beautiful as it could be.  I have to remember the times when I’ve worked hard at a project, and it turned out beautiful.  
            It’s exhausting spending money on décor, but that also shouldn’t be my excuse.  In her book The Nesting Place: It Doesn’t Have to Be Perfect to Be Beautiful, Myquillyn Smith encourages us to take advantage of craigslist, thrift stores, and garage sales.  She says, “Even if I had all the money in the world, I’d still look for secondhand pieces for my home.”[1] Great, more creativity required.  But maybe creativity is a muscle; the more I use it, the stronger I will be. 

            So I’m giving myself a year, letting myself off the hook, letting myself live and breathe and eat here, letting myself take my time to make up my mind. 
            And even now, as I write this, I’m looking around and staring at my walls.  I’m staring at my furniture.  My brain is trying to storm.  Even though I’m giving myself a gracious deadline since design doesn’t come easy to me, I still need to start now, room by room. 
            If I think of my house as a research paper (which I am more familiar with than interior decorating), then I think of my purpose for my home as my thesis and each room as a section in the paper.  I’ll think of developing each room like I would develop a paragraph. 

            To begin, I need to choose the room that I will focus on first.  This is an easy choice for me.  I choose my bedroom.  I’ve told some of my friends that I am LOVING my bedroom because it is so big, and the paint color is so soft and calm, and I’m still hopelessly in love with my ivory bedspread even though it gets fuzzies all over my pajamas.  This love is unconditional—the ivory fuzzies do not bother me one bit (but my black jeans do not go near it).
            The bedroom that I had at my parents’ house was a good-sized room, but I had 26 years worth of stuff packed in there—2 bookshelves, 2 dressers, a crammed closet, and full bins under my bed.  Since I often left shoes and books on the floor, there was barely enough space to walk or sit down to paint my toenails.  It’s my fault; I really should have given a bunch of stuff away a long time ago.  But either way, now it makes me appreciate my new bedroom all the more. 
            My new bedroom feels so big and open and easy-breezy to me.  But it is still majorly unfinished.  Oh, help.

            I’m thankful for Myquillyn’s advice for us on how to start.  She gives 5 steps.[2] 
            1. Determine the purpose of the room. I talked about creating intentional spaces in my last post.
            2. Find your muse. I guess my muse in my bedroom is the color combo of white and bronze against the grayish-blue paint color.  It looks country and a little antiquey and just nice and simple. I’m really not interested in introducing more colors to this room because I don’t want to take away from that simplicity. 
            3. Quiet the room.  I need to clear out the excess of the room and let it be for awhile.  This is easy for me because as a new house, the room doesn’t have years of clutter that needs to be cleared out and years of the tradition of how the space was set up before.  But I’ve got about 3 big boxes in there right now that I still need to unpack.  Then it’s time to stare and consider what new things can happen in this space. (Myquillyn says she “quiets each room” at least once a year.)
            4. Enter my lovely limitations. By this point (after a considerable amount of staring), I’ve figured out what is weird about the space and what I wish the builder would have done differently.  Even though the room is big, my options of where to put a dresser are limited because of where my window is and because of the side-by-side doorways to my closet and bathroom.  And then my smaller decorations won’t look right on the walls because they are so big. 
            At this step, Myquillyn encourages us to be creative to work with these imperfections.  She has found that some of the cutest touches in her home have been when she was forced to work around a seemingly awful imperfection.
            5. Prep your canvas.   Now I can’t make excuses. It’s time to go for it. Stop being a wuss and take risks—forget about the fear of making mistakes.  Forget that this is my “weakness.”  I have to believe that creativity is a process. I have to believe that beauty is worth it.  (Remind me when you can, when my face falls and I glare at you that I just need a break…my mom and sisters know this facial expression of mine well.)  Lest I get overwhelmed and quit, I’ll be focusing on the canvas of one room at a time.

I'm so prone to get overwhelmed by this.  But I think the one-room-at-a-time strategy will help.  My bedroom this month.  Probably the living room next month. Deep breath and go at my own pace.  Enjoy the little victories.  I think this goal is worth it. Just one room at a time.

 
My friends Dave & Marie gave me this.  I love how it looks in my bedroom!!



[1] Smith, Myquillyn. (2014).  The Nesting Place: It Doesn’t Have to Be Perfect to Be Beautiful.  Grand Rapids, MI:  Zondervan.
[2] Smith, Myquillyn. (2014).  The Nesting Place: It Doesn’t Have to Be Perfect to Be Beautiful.  Grand Rapids, MI:  Zondervan.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Day 21 of 31: Part 1--Creating Intentional Spaces


A little snapshot of my bedroom this morning

            About a month ago, my friend Rachel gave me the book The Nesting Place: It Doesn’t Have to Be Perfect to Be Beautiful by Myquillyn Smith.  It’s so applicable for me right now as I jump into the homemaking process.  I’m writing a 3-part series of what I’m learning from the book.  
            Today is “It Doesn’t Have to Be Perfect to Be Beautiful, Part 1: Creating Intentional Spaces.”



            Myquillyn Smith writes that before we start redecorating, we first need to define the purpose of our home—we need to consider how to create intentional spaces.[1] 

            Intentional Spaces.  Thinking about the purpose of it before purchasing a bunch of stuff off the shelves from Bed, Bath, & Beyond.
            Intentional Spaces.  Sometimes I have felt a little inept when it comes to design…often feeling overwhelmed when I try and then just doing whatever is easiest. 
            Intentional Spaces.  Intentional spaces do not have to be impressive spaces.  Intentional spaces do not have to live up to anyone else’s standards.  They simply need to be what you purpose them to be.
            Intentional Spaces. It’s good for us to dream about what we want it to be.  It’s good to believe that you and I have it in us to create the space for our families and guests to feel the way we hope they will feel in our home.

            So here is the question Myquillyn asks us: “How do you want people to feel when they come over? How do you want your family to feel about the home they live in?”[2] 

Myquillyn shared her goals of what she wants her house to be[3]:
·      A place to connect.
·      A safe place to make mistakes.
·      A place of inspiration.
·      A place of authenticity.
·      A place of comfort. 
·      A place of rest.
·      A place of joy.
·      A place of contentment.

            Did you roll your eyes at Myquillyn’s list? Does it seem unrealistic in the hectic pace of life?  Or do like her list and only wish those goals were attainable?
            Or maybe you’re a veteran, and you know the secret—you know that setting your eyes on your goals can little by little bring them to life, bring them to your life. You look back, and your home isn’t a place of guilt, but it has been the place, the space, the grace you wanted it to be.

            We shouldn’t make changes or spend money or scroll through Pinterest because we’re discontent…but we do it because we’ve decided how we want people to feel in our home, and we dare to create the space for those we love.

My little hall bath
As I’ve considered my intentions for my home, I’ve decided this is what I want it to be…

A place of togetherness.
            When I had the option to choose my floor plan, I chose an open concept.  I guess it was because I wanted togetherness in my home. Togetherness implies love and joy, snuggles and laughter.  Our schedules pull us apart during so many of our hours and days, so whenever we are at my home at the same time, I want us to enjoy togetherness.  I want people cooking in the kitchen to be able to talk to people watching the game in the living room.  (Let’s be real—I also want to watch the game from where I’m cooking.)
            Decoration Application:  Leave space in the living room to be able to play a game or build a Lego tower.  Emphasize coziness—blankets, pillows, maybe a beanbag chair to be brought in when needed. 
A place where arrows don’t fly.
            We would all buy peace and harmony if they were on sale.  And right now as I live by myself, it’s easy for my home to be a place of peace instead of a battleground.  But I hope that it will always be a place that we remember we are on the same team instead of fighting against each other.  I don’t want to use our words as weapons, as arrows to hurt those we ought to love most.
            Decoration Application:  There is, perhaps, nothing I can do with decorations to manufacture peace and harmony…except maybe celebrate the uniqueness of each family member and somehow incorporate that into the home.     
            I have read that some people choose a painting or a sign to hang somewhere in their house to serve as a reminder that their house will be a place of peace. In the midst of arguments, one of the family members will point to the sign, and they will respect the sign, submit to their rule of peace, lay down their weapons, and remember they are on the same team.  Perhaps whenever I get married, my husband and I can pick out a sign or a symbol of peace to hang somewhere in our home to keep us accountable to peace and harmony.
A place where I can take a Sabbath.
            I’m learning more and more how important it is to make room for a “Sabbath margin” in my life.[4]  I want to be able to rest in my home, to read, to pray, to write, to not have to wear my hats, but to just wear my smile and close my eyes in safety.
            There is one small space in my home that I want to be able to turn into a prayer corner.  Of course, I could pray anywhere, but I hope to make that space a sacred little spot where I remember that I am dependent upon God. 
            Also, I’m so satisfied that my bedroom is a calm paint color.  I want it to be a room where I can breathe freely and dream in peace and gratitude.
            Decoration Application:  Gather what I need for my prayer corner.  Continue the calm—don’t clutter my bedroom with any decorations that are loud or bright or intense.
A place where I don’t try to be impressive.
            It’s in our nature to try to measure ourselves by what we accomplish.  It could be easy to get caught up in striving to meet my own expectations of what I want people to think of me.  But I want to be intentional to make my home a place where I don’t try to be impressive.  I don’t want to be preoccupied with trying to be impressive with how clean my house is or with how yummy my food is or with how beautiful my house is.  The flip side: I should also not be preoccupied or disgruntled with how not clean or not yummy or not beautiful everything is.  My home shouldn’t be about me, but it should be focused on caring for those who come into my home.
            Decoration Application:  Never purchase something with the motivation of trying to impress others. 
A place that is a healing home.
            When I first got connected with someone from DCS for me to begin the process of getting licensed for foster care, I saw an ad for a foster care conference titled “Building a Healing Home.”  The ad showed up at the bottom of every email from DCS. I’d stop by my house to check on the construction process, and I’d think about that ad—building a healing home.  Maybe it wasn’t just the title for the conference; maybe it’s the title for my house.
            It’s probably presumptuous to think that my house could be a healing home, but I believe in the Healer—the One who heals physical, emotional, mental wounds.  Yesterday I taught children at church how Jesus healed the 10 men with a skin disease, and I also tried my best to teach them that Jesus can heal us of our sin disease.  If I believe that the One I serve is the Healer, then I must also believe it when He told me that my house is to be a healing home.
            Decoration Application:  If this is a season for me where abused or neglected children may come in and out of my home, then what kind of intentional space should I create? I have chosen a few pictures to hang on the walls that I hope the kids will remember—pictures that I hope show them a metaphor of God’s love for them even when they may not have experienced it from their earthly parents. 

I first saw this painting online when I was in college.  I printed it off and put it in a birthday card for a young girl that I worked with at my college church.  I found it last winter at a store and quickly bought it with Christmas money from my grandparents.  It means a lot to me, and I hope it will mean something to those who are in my home. 

Come back in a day or two to read Part 2.





[1] Smith, Myquillyn.  (2014).  The Nesting Place: It Doesn’t Have to Be Perfect to Be Beautiful. Grand Rapids, MI:  Zondervan.
[2] Smith, Myquillyn.  (2014).  The Nesting Place: It Doesn’t Have to Be Perfect to Be Beautiful. Grand Rapids, MI:  Zondervan.
[3] Smith, Myquillyn.  (2014).  The Nesting Place: It Doesn’t Have to Be Perfect to Be Beautiful. Grand Rapids, MI:  Zondervan.
[4] Shirer, Priscilla. (2014).  Breathe: Making Room for Sabbath. Nashville, TN:  LifeWay Press.

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

My Millennial Window


Loving my bedroom!


Just a few of the boxes I still need to unpack...



            The first night that I slept at my new house was the day Taylor Swift released her new album.  I listened to her new songs that night as I brought in boxes, hung clothes in the closet, and made my bed for the first time. 
            There was a time when I couldn’t stand Taylor Swift songs.  I was in college, and the girl in the dorm next to me would play the song “Love Story” every afternoon before my 2:10 class, and I cringed at it.  I rolled my eyes and told my roommate, “Her songs are for middle school girls!”  At that time, I was 21 and just not feeling her lyrics. 
            But Taylor Swift is actually only 2 years younger than me.  I suppose as she matured (and as I experienced my first real heartbreak), I began to relate to her lyrics more.  I remember one day I was driving home after work, and her song “Back to December” came on…and I didn’t change the station. 
            Then when she released “Mean,” I couldn’t deny that I loved that song…and that I was starting to love Taylor.  And when my sister and niece went to the Taylor Swift concert last year, I was wildly jealous.

            When I was in high school, I was riding in the car with a guy to dinner.  A Rascal Flatts song came on the radio, and I told my friend that I thought the guy in the song was kind of pathetic because he wasn’t living for any other purpose than to try to get back with his ex-girlfriend.
            My friend said to me, “Geez, give the guy a break.”
            I laughed at him because he didn’t know that I always examine lyrics.  Dude, it’s what I do.

            Somewhere in the midst of the lyrics in “Back to December” and “Mean,” I decided that Taylor Swift was an amazing writer.  I sang along to more of her songs in my car.  You can say what you want about her lyrics—that they’re immature or foolish or desperate—but I took creative writing courses in college, and perhaps that makes me appreciate the way this girl writes. 
            As I listened to her lyrics, I couldn’t relate to her experiences of dating guy after guy after guy.  But I could relate to some of what she wrote about heartbreak and hopes and longings.  I still sing along and think, This is where I would be if it weren’t for Jesus.   As a young woman, I know that God has given me confidence, God has given me wisdom, God has given me security, God has given me hope and peace and joy for now and for the future.  These gifts are not a part of my nature, they are not only principles that I have been taught, but they are evidence of the power of the Holy Spirit in me. 
            If it weren’t for the Lord, I know I would not be able to let go of bitterness and cynicism towards guys who have hurt me.  If it weren’t for the Lord, I would probably feel crazy desperate to have someone love me.  If it weren’t for the Lord, I would say yes to unhealthy thrills and no to self-control and then crash and burn, not realizing how to stop the cycle for next time.

            So this first week in my new house, I’ve been listening to Taylor’s most recent lyrics, analyzing her perspective.  Taylor Swift is an iconic millennial.  She is 24 and has 46 million twitter followers (which is the fifth top twitter account in the world).[1]  Most people agree that she is sweet and likeable.  Despite how people mock the way she sings about dating relationships, she has shown probably more discretion and graciousness as a young girl dealing with worldwide fame and enormous wealth than any teenage star that Hollywood has seen in decades. Taylor is a millennial with a voice, and I want to hear what she has to say.

            It’s cool to be a millennial.  I am 26 years old (I turn 27 tomorrow!), so I get to fall into this category.  If you were born after 1980, you are a millennial too.  Millennials are said to be confident, connected, self-expressive, and open to change.[2] They are also said to be “happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time” (more Taylor Swift lyrics).  Millennials strongly value authenticity and compassion.  They are on course to be the most educated generation yet, but they also have a reputation for being self-indulgent and entitled. 

            But what concerns me about my fellow millennials is that they have seemed to swallow a belief system—that our culture force-fed them—called Moralistic Therapeutic Deism.[3]  MTD is an extremely watered-down view of Christianity (if you can even call it that). I think of it as a heavy cloud that is blurring their vision of truth, fogging up their decision-making, leaving them with no shelter when life’s thunder and lightning knock them to the ground.
             Moralistic Therapeutic Deism is what the millennials have gleaned from the Postmodern culture of relativity that we grew up in; it’s what millennials have concluded from the emphasis on individualism and the lack of tools that our culture gave us to set clear values and convictions.  
            If you’ve never heard of MTD before, I’ll break it down for you…
            Moralistic=It’s important to be good, nice, and fair to others (but never tell others what they are doing is wrong).
            Therapeutic=Happiness and comfort is the central goal in life; I should do whatever feels right in this moment and not worry about the consequences.
            Deism=God exists, but He is “up there” and is not actively involved in our lives here on earth.

            Here are some of the ramifications of MTD[4]:
·      Millennials are left thinking that they do not need a Savior because sin is so relative.
·      Christian ethics are reduced to simply being nice.
·      Sexual morality is relative, which leads to broken relationships, emotional turmoil, STDs, abortions, and children being born out of wedlock (which brings so many challenges to the family and particularly to the children as they grow up).
·      When tragedies come, millennials are confused because…Where is this God who is supposed to make me so happy?

MTD is a blurry mess.  Millennials have not been taught to value truth; in fact, so much of our pop culture and college lectures and self-help books have blasted us that the only truth we can find is whatever makes us happy.  But I want to tell my friends and my generation that truth is not something to despise or to be a heavy burden that steals our joy.  No—truth can set you free. Yes—truth has set me free.
            I love that I’m a millennial.  I love that this is my time and this is my place.  I love the opportunity, the window I get to shine a light through.


            As I listened to Taylor Swift’s new album this past week, part of me is impressed with her artistry, and part of me is sad at how self-indulgent the lyrics sound. Part of me is singing and dancing along to the songs that I like (“Bad Blood,” “Out of the Woods,” and “Clean” are all so great!), and part of me wants so badly to tell her about Jesus.  (I don’t know what Taylor believes, but I have never heard her mention anything about Jesus.) 
            Taylor’s lyrics are still conservative and charmingly innocent compared to most of today’s popular artists. But as in most of today’s music, you can see traces of Moralistic Therapeutic Deism all throughout her lyrics. 
            I think what hit me is that in some of her songs in this album, she doesn’t seem to value marriage or any long-term commitment. (This could be an unfair analysis, but it’s what stood out to me.)  The reason I often ridiculed Taylor years ago was because she wanted her life to revolve around the guys she loved, and she desperately wanted it to last forever. But now in her lyrics, she seems to treat the guys she dates flippantly, like she doesn’t care that she “can see the end before it begins,”[6] like she is mostly concerned with having fun, like even sex is recreational. Or maybe that's just a coping mechanism of trying not to get your hopes up--I don't know.   
            In her note to her fans in her album cover, Taylor writes that she used to be a girl who thought she could “never find happiness in a world where she is not in love,” but now she has changed.  That’s great.  She has grown older and has learned that she can be happy with who she is no matter if she dating someone or not.  Good for you, Taylor. 
            But I hope she can also learn the danger in self-indulgence and moral relativity; most importantly, I hope she can learn that the truth in Jesus can set her free.

            I don’t know.  I probably just need you to tell me, “Geez, give the girl a break.”  But don’t worry—examining lyrics is what I do.  Maybe the reason I'm examining Taylor's lyrics closely is because I think she is intelligent, lovely, and generous, and I appreciate her voice in this world.  I guess I know that Taylor’s voice not only represents—but also influences—so many other girls and young women in our nation (and throughout the world). 
            Look, if I ever had the chance to meet Taylor, I would squeal and give her a huge hug and thank her for giving us girl anthems to sing to, for giving us so many lines of lyrics that are amazingly genius, for giving us her honest expressions of growing up as a millennial girl in America.  
             
            But listening to her new album this week has challenged me as a millennial to stand, to speak, to share the truth that millennials think they don’t want to hear.  But I can see that their stomachs are aching because are hungry for real love that only God can give them; their throats are burning, and they are dying of thirst because self-indulgence without truth can never satisfy.  My generation needs the good news of the gospel.
            I love that I’m a millennial.  I love that this is my time and this is my place.  I love the opportunity, the window I get to shine a light through.

My laundry room window :)





[2] http://www.pewsocialtrends.org/2010/02/24/millennials-confident-connected-open-to-change/
[3] Dean, Kenda. (2010).  “Moralistic Therapeutic Deism?” http://kendadean.com/moralistic-therapeutic-deism/.
[4] Dean, Kenda. (2010).  “Moralistic Therapeutic Deism?” http://kendadean.com/moralistic-therapeutic-deism/.