Monday, September 11, 2017

TREE HOUSE // Pantry & Kitchen Shelves

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In the 6-month-in review, there were glimpses of the pantry and the kitchen shelves. Here's a little more detail on those projects.

First, a way-before shot of the pantry! This was back before we realized the kitchen needed to be gutted. The original plan was just to keep the basic layout, repaint the cabinets, etc. But gutting eventually became necessary, and so Bryce ended up adding the cubbies into the pantry to bump the pantry forward to be even with the in-set fridge. 


And this This photo is just after all of the drywall was hung but not yet finished.


Bryce built out the pantry side cubbies and added shelves.


Next we filled nail holes, caulked, primed and painted--which was a tedious project. I love the end result of a completely painted space, but sometimes it feels like you'll never finish when you're in the middle of it.


Here's a before & after of the pantry door. I found this door on Craigslist--it's an old, solid wood door from an apartment building in Lebanon, Indiana. It looked pretty beat up but, after Bryce sanded and a coat of my new favorite friend: "dark roast" gel stain, the door is looking much better. (It's the same stain we used on the mantle.)


And here's the pantry today!
Cubbies for cookbooks and canned goods to the right and a broom closet to the left. There is an outlet in the lower opening so we can keep our hand vacuum plugged in (the blue light below). Our trashcan fits right in the opening.









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And here are the kitchen shelves. This was Bryce's drawing of our vision for the final product.


Bryce built the shelves and here is a photo of my staining process in the basement. I used a gray-wash stain and then did 2 coats of a clear sealer. Bryce hung the shelves with black brackets and inset under-cabinet lighting on all of the lower shelves.


And here's the final product!
(Of course, the staging has changed even since I took the pictures....it's a revolving door of fun for me to move things around on the shelves.)






Read more Tree House posts HERE.

Sunday, September 3, 2017

OH HE IS GENEROUS

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Thank you, thank you for the wonderful response to my last blog post: Would You Answer the Phone? Sometimes we just have something deep in our soul that must be shared and it flies out of our fingers and we hit "publish" in a hurry and then it amazingly resonates with a whole lot of people. So, thank you for sharing the post. Thank you for not being afraid to read something hard and to let your heart be tugged on a bit (or a lot). 


Perhaps that last post made you start wondering about your part in the sad state of things . . . but I know very well (believe me!) the what-ifs and not-fairs that clamor loudly, often times drowning out the whisper of Jesus' call.

Just being honest: sometimes I do feel like life is unfair to me. "Woe is me...I have such a hard life with five preschoolers." And, honestly, sometimes resentment rises up. It feels like everything would be so much easier if Bryce and I hadn't taken this path. I could enjoy the older boys more....I could have another baby....I could visit my parents more....Bryce and I could get away....let's be honest (and this is probably the deepest reason), I would have more time for me. Behaviors frustrate me. Sometimes I feel little love or compassion or sympathy. But then I hate myself for feeling this way and frustration and anger overflows.

Then this story from Jesus jumps right into my soul with deep conviction:

the parable of the workers of the vineyard
the master gives some who work all day a denarius for their wage.
and then he gives others who came late in the day the same wage.
the workers who put in more hours started to grumble.

But the master answered one of them, 
"Friend, I am not being unfair to you. 
Didn't you agree to work for a denarius?
Don't I have the right to do what I want with my own money?
Or are you envious because I am generous?"
So the last will be first, and the first will be last.
Matthew 20 (some paraphrase from me)

I sense Jesus saying to me:
I am not being "unfair" to you. Stop grumbling. Stop thinking only about your own life. Didn't you agree to love and to follow Me on My terms? For the sake of the Gospel? And now when I am giving you the opportunity to love these children, you resent them and refuse to surrender.

Don't I have the right to do what I want with My Own resources (i.e. you)? Don't I have the right to take care of My daughters and son, "disrupting" your little family in the process? Or are you envious because I am generous with them? Do you resent Me for asking this story of you on behalf of these children? STOP.

Don't you remember that My Kingdom is an upside-down one? Those who are first will be last, the least will be first. The orphan will be called "son & daughter" and will be given a family, a complete inheritance. This is my hope for them. I love them as much as I love your biological boys. And I have brought them to your family to be loved and cherished. Your task is to surrender and to be content. Content just to walk in amazement of and joy in My generosity. To allow Me to enable you to do it even though it is not natural--this is supernatural, Gospel, Kingdom, redemptive work.

Will you join God in His work?
Will you let Him give you courage?
Will you let Him be generous through you? 
Oh, He is a wonderfully generous God!

Friday, August 25, 2017

WOULD YOU ANSWER THE PHONE?

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It's been haunting us.

On Wednesday Bryce and I went on a lovely date night to the village at West Clay--a belated 8-year-anniversary dinner. We exclaimed over all of the lovely, new (huge!) houses surrounding the quaint little storefront restaurant. Enjoyed our dinner of burgers (for both) and fries (for him) and salad (for me). Chatted and listened to the live music near our table on the sidewalk eating area. It was a beautiful evening.

........but earlier that day, we sat at our kitchen table with a worker from our foster agency. She was on call the night before, and received urgent requests from the Department of Child Services (DCS) from 1am - 5am about twenty-three children sitting in the office who needed a place to sleep. 23 children. 23 scared and lonely children. Sleeping in an office cubicle. Because there are literally no available/willing foster homes to take them in the greater central Indiana area.

Oh, our hearts broke.
We asked again if we could take more children, but our home is "maxed out" according to the State.

As we drove back home through the beautiful neighborhood, it haunted us. How many bedrooms did those huge houses have? Five? Six? And yet they can't find a place to sleep children who are a mere 25 minute drive away. What is wrong with the world that such dichotomies exist? (Answer: Everything. Everything is wrong with the world. Everything is wrong with a world where children are sleeping in cubicles.)




I try to keep this blog about our personal journey (but not too personal, to protect the stories of our children). My main goal is to present the Gospel and the need, and then let the Holy Spirit do the convicting. But, maybe sometimes my words need to be stronger? Maybe I need to be more honest with you about the overwhelming need in your/our city?

Bryce and I are just heartbroken. For these children who have to sleep on the floor. For the care centers in Indianapolis that are overflowing and literally can't take one more child right now. For the agencies who are maxed out and desperate for more foster families. Where is the Church in Indianapolis? Where is our church? In our congregation of 500+, why are there only 3 foster families? So many Bible-believing families with empty beds. (A brief online search brought up 700+ churches in the greater Indianapolis area!)

Yes, it's true: not every family is "called" to foster and there are many ways to serve. But friends!!! There are children who need a place to sleep! Surely there are more families who can/should step in, do something hard, and care for a child--the least of these, the ones the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to. Use that spare bedroom (or two or three).




Let the reality haunt you. Let it sink in. Let it convict. Let Him call you to action.

Bryce and I dream of the day when the Church is overflowing with available foster families.
DCS will always have someone to call.
A child will never spend the night in a cubicle....
but instead will immediately be welcomed by a family who loves Jesus.
Will you do it?
Picture a child sleeping on the floor two nights ago.
Would you answer the phone if DCS called you?

Follow-up post HERE. For when the what-ifs come calling instead...