Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Looking for the Unforced Rhythms of Grace.

Today I saw myself in my three-year old, and it was a bit of a humbling experience.  My boys each brought home a blue helium balloon from church on Sunday, and have been having oodles of fun with them ever since.  That was, until T's balloon unexplainably popped today.  Nobody was playing with it at the time, and it was not touching anything sharp or hot.  It just popped.  T could not have cared less since he appropriately has the attention span of a ten-month old, but O was quite sad about the passing of the balloon.  After he confirmed that it was T's balloon that had met its demise, he came to question whether this could happen to his balloon.  I broke the news to him that yes, his balloon would pop sooner or later as well.  [Although, side note, we have a balloon kicking around the house somewhere that has been around since my cousin's baby shower last summer.]  O came up with some ideas about how we could blow the balloon back up and fix it with some exponentially strong tape.  I agreed that we could give it a try, but prepared him for the very real possibility that it would not work.  I encouraged him to just enjoy the balloon while it lasted, but the fun of the balloon was lost on him for a period of time while he fretted away about if and when it would pop.  Silly, right?  Three year olds are not that different from thirty-one year olds, I'm afraid.  At least, not this thirty-one year old.  Worry and anxiety are always lurking to steal away the joys of each day.  I'm not proposing anarchy or hedonism here, but it would be nice to spend less time worrying about my balloons popping.

"Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you'll recover your life. I'll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won't lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you'll learn to live freely and lightly."
Matthew 11:28-30 (The Message)

A friend alluded to this passage on her blog this week and it seems appropriate here as well.  Living freely and lightly, in the "unforced rhythms of grace": it sounds really, really good, does it not?

And now, for a sneak peak at our new flooring.  The uppermost floor of the townhouse was complete, until we discovered a plumbing problem today that had leaked water all over the newly-laid floor in the bathroom.  Thanks to my amazing parents and their intrepid friends who are helping us, the plumbing problem has been fixed and the flooring can be put back down when the installer returns.  Hurray!

Here you can see a bit 
of the new flooring (and the plywood sub-floor to the left).  
It's already looking better than the before shot...

 I'm looking for some inspiration for DIY wall art - here are some possibilities, all via pinterest:

I like this paper crane, but I saw another one somewhere else 
that had a large frame and a separate paper to show each stage of the folding.

I kind of wish I had hung on to some of my tattered Van Gogh posters that I finally got rid of to do something like this - you cut up a poster and mod podge it to several smaller canvases.  Costco has affordable poster-printing prices, so you could even do this with one of your own photos or one from their gallery.

I really like this one too.
This is mod podged fabric on a canvas.  Would be fun to have pieces of fabric that are meaningful, like the kids' baby clothes, but that would make me too emotional about how quickly they are growing up every time I looked at it.  Ridiculous.

Looks easy enough.  Famous last words, right?

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