As a home blogger most of my job is sharing the mess.
People mistakenly think that our blogs are a bunch of reveals complete with beauty shots. But I’ve been blogging for over 5 years. Let’s say I have 10 rooms in my house. That means I’d have to redo a room every few days in order to have enough freshly finished rooms to talk about. Most of what I write about is the stuff in the process.
At first I hated that part.
Most of us don’t mind showing an ugly before with the past owner’s furniture and purple walls before we moved in, and then we want to show a pretty after that compared to the before wows and impresses. KaPow! Ta-Da!
I’m learning that the biggest, best and most informative part of the story happens in the during. When the mattress is on the floor and the wall color isn’t quite right and there are paper streamers hanging because you are the most indecisive person on the planet. More and more I see value in sharing the how and why of my decisions, and the mistakes I’ve made along the way. It’s the best way to connect with people.
It’s the same with life. The real story happens in the mundane every-day-ness and our reactions to our imperfect world and our response to a perfect God.
I’m so grateful for people who have been willing to share their imperfect, right-now life; the good, the bad and the ugly. I look at the world through house colored glasses and this house full of half finished rooms reminds me that I can’t wait to live until it’s all ready for its closeup.
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