Tiny House Tuesday // A NEW Front Door Color!

Tiny House Tuesday

 

I tried. Really, I did.

If you read Tiny House Tuesday’s The Red Door No More, you might remember the giddiness that erupted after painting the front door chartreuse.

 

For months, the color lived up to its name ⏤ Frolic.

 

She was a bright pop of color during the day, but when night fell, the color glowed in the dark like a fluorescent beam on steroids. Bless her heart.

The chartreuse color prompted more than one smile during its time on the hill, but the sharp lemon-lime shade constantly battled the black-pane window nearby. I gave peace a try and purchased a set of floral pillows in hopes of softening the hardened edges of black and chartreuse. But the only thing that softened was my resolve. Let’s just say the giddiness I felt slowly faded, unlike the color Frolic SW 6703.

 

I love the color pink. Always have.

 

But it didn’t make the initial cut because I didn’t want my tiny working studio to be mistaken for a children’s playhouse. It can sound like one all day long, but look like one? Sweet mercy, no.

However, after six painted sample sheets, enough paint chips to wallpaper the entire tiny house, and a robust covering of primer, Jazz Age Coral SW 0058 stepped up and took its rightful place. Goodbye, chartreuse. Hello, pink! Not just any pink, mind you, but one with the softness of cotton candy and a pinch of peach. Hopefully, soon-to-be-added darker pieces like a wreath, outdoor light, and planter will help to ground the color pink to the point of pleasure.

So, whatcha think? Isn’t she pretty in pink?

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In October, I shared my dad’s bladder cancer diagnosis. Thank you for the outpouring of your prayers. His surgery on October 29th went very well. The lymph nodes are clear, and the prognosis is very good, to God be the glory!

Watch for next Tuesday’s post, “5 Ways to Prepare Your Soul for December and A Christmas Gift for You”, which is currently scheduled as the final post for The Tiny House on the Hill in 2019. I’m not one to “skip” over Thanksgiving and aim directly for December but this season has been a different one, and that’s okay. I hope you’ll understand the sooner-than-normal Christmas focus next week. And let’s face it, preparing our soul for December days can’t come soon enough.

So, what’s your front door color and what do you love about it?

The Moment Before and After You Hear the Word Cancer

“I have a little news to share.”

I knew dad was taking medicine for a recent issue but it turned out the medicine was no match for the mass occupying most of his bladder.

With the biopsy looming two weeks later, I protected my thoughts like a mama bear, refusing to allow “what if’s” to sink in and do their damage.

 

There’s a comforting thread of normalcy that hangs in the air between the moments of not knowing and knowing.

 

Two weeks following the procedure, the phone rang. The cancer was aggressive, possibly penetrating the nearby muscle. It would be another two-week wait before learning the biopsy results, answering the dreaded question about the lymph nodes.

 

“If the Lord Jehovah makes us wait, let us do so with our whole hearts; for blessed are all they that wait for Him. He is worth waiting for. The waiting itself is beneficial to us: it tries faith, exercises patience, trains submission, and endears the blessing when it comes. The Lord’s people have always been a waiting people.”  – Charles Spurgeon

 

There’s nothing fun about waiting, especially when it concerns someone you love. But it does give the heart and mind time to meld together, strengthening the muscles that bow to God’s sovereignty.

On October 11th, we learned cancer had not spread to his lymph nodes. Let’s just say my happy dance learned a few more moves and this daughter couldn’t be more thankful. He still has a ways to go with the removal of his bladder scheduled in November but it’s the first major step toward healing. (We found out yesterday that his surgery is today!)

In the weeks that have passed since dad’s initial phone call announcing “a little news” I would be lying if I didn’t confess the desire to cling to the comforting thread of normalcy where my only waiting time involves a Keurig.

 

How lovely is the mundane, the normalcy of our days.

But they are to be treasured, not idolized.

 

It’s a hard lesson I didn’t even know I needed to learn.

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Watch for the final two posts of 2019 coming up Tuesday, November 12th (Tiny House Tuesday) and Tuesday, November 19th.

Tiny House Tuesday will unveil the NEW front door color! (Yep, the chartreuse is gone and I can’t wait for you to see it on the 12th).  If you’re a part of our *tiny* kindred community you’ll find the first snapshot of the new door color in today’s Monthly Letter.

For the 19th, in addition to the post, I’ll share a special download for Christmas, KEEPING CHRISTMAS.

Depending on how things go with dad, I plan to share pictures of a decorated tiny house in December, and if you’re a subscriber, watch for your personal tour via video!

A lot of exciting things are happening up on the hill. Thank you for your prayers and for simply being here.

You are a blessing.

 

 

Image source by Pixabay.

Tiny House Tuesday // Steps, Shiplap, and A Hidden Bookcase, Oh My!

Tiny House Tuesday

 

Do you see it?

Squinting may be required but the end of our building journey is in sight. Somebody pinch me.

 

Brian continues to work tirelessly to finish the tiny house because he loves me, but also because he believes God has His own plans for glory through the writing, shared community, and joy that will take place within this 144 square foot space.

 

 

WordPress experienced a hiccup when the last Tiny House Tuesday posted, so if you missed When Two Littles Love a Little Loft, you can catch it here. In it are pictures of the reading nook/loft area in all of its skeletal beauty…that is, until now.

Since that post, Brian built steep narrow steps that lead to the loft seen above. Because the loft floor is the reading nook’s ceiling, both measure the size of a regular twin mattress, but the pitched roof creates a roomier feel. Can all six grandkids fit up here? Yep, as long as they like to cuddle, and I happen to know that’s one of their superpowers. A fluffy rug is ready to roll once the floor is painted.

 

 

As you can see, Brian has done quite a bit since last month. The nook’s exterior wall is drywalled and we’re currently installing shiplap to the interior, with a slick coat of seafoam green to soon follow.

Look up and you’ll spot an unassuming piece of plywood attached to the loft wall. But its purpose is mighty! It will hold our split unit, providing cool air in our sweltering summer months, and heat when fall folds into winter.

The second Gothic window was set to go in the split unit’s space but we soon realized the unit had only two choices of where it could it go, the loft or over the antique mantle. Need I say more? I miss not having the second window in the back but it’s just one of many ways I’m learning to be flexible along this journey.

 

The view from inside the reading nook facing the steps.

 

And then there are tiny moments like this that offer pure delight.

The space beneath the stairs caught my eye and all kinds of creative crazy ideas began to bubble to the surface. Perhaps it could be a drop-box for the kids to crawl in and under, or the top step could latch, creating a place to drop my broom and other necessities. The list goes on, but a hidden bookcase was the clear winner. I mean, what good is a reading nook without a place to store our favorite books?

And finally, if you missed the picture of the tiny house being lit up for the first time in its 1+ year journey, check it out on Instagram. It’s something to behold, trust me. When we purchased the Gothic window, an aged opaque diamond-patterned adhesive covered the glass. We went back and forth trying to decide whether to leave it as is or scrape it off. In the end, we chose to leave it. The long-awaited image of softened light beaming through the old church window at night is now a reality.

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Thank you for joining me on this journey. It will not end once the building is complete. In fact, it’s just the beginning. Instead of building projects, we’ll share what God is doing inside the studio, and ways you can join in the fun.

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For those who’ve been on this journey a while, I’d love to know your favorite project so far. If you’re just joining, which of the above projects — the steps, the loft, the nook, or the hidden bookcase — do you like the most?

Thanks for stopping by and taking a minute to share. You’re the best! 🙂

 

An Introvert’s Journey Toward Biblical Community + Starbucks Giveaway!

Because surely biblical community and coffee go hand-in-hand.

For instance, remember the eavesdropping that took place in a North Carolina cafe last October? (If not, you can read about it here.) My being tucked away in a dark corner of a coffee shop isn’t unusual, but my willingness to interrupt the conversation of two young women I’d never met? Highly unlikely.

If you know me or have followed my writing for two minutes, you know I’m an introvert to the core. I love people but quickly crumble inside without ample space to breathe. Tapping keys, not stranger’s shoulders, is more my style.

 

But God.

 

Two words that weigh as heavy as the world He came to save.

 

Who needs Once Upon a Time when But God starts the story of every believer?

My story began three decades ago, but God used two young strangers as a catalyst to reboot my sluggish spirit.

“God wired us for biblical community. Yes, even us introverts. Since moving to the country, I’ve sensed a tug to be involved with women at a nearby campus. I don’t know one woman yet, but God does and I look forward to seeing what He will do. Want to join me in praying for God’s lead on that particular adventure? (I’d love to pray for yours too!))” – from my post, The Day Eavesdropping Inspired This Titus 2 Woman to Tears

I touch on the answer to this prayer in a follow-up post, The Night This Titus 2 Woman Hosted a Tea Party. Biblical community involves more than simply gathering together, but spending time with our small group women, getting to know them, and allowing them to get to know me feels like a healthy first step for this late-blooming introvert.

In fact, after I type this post, the list-making begins in preparation for our church’s women’s retreat this weekend. And this might be a good time to define the word journey, as used in the title of this post.

Journey: a passage or progress from one stage to another (dictionary.com)

Staying home, drinking coffee from my afternoon mug (yes, that exists), writing, playing with my grandkids, organizing organizational books currently stuffed in a cluttered closet⏤these are comfortable places for me. Traveling, sharing a room with even the best of choices (and she is!), being with truly wonderful people 24/7, and all that goes with this is not comfortable for me.

 

But God is doing a new thing, I perceive it.

 

He is making a way through my comfort zone, providing refreshment in a place that’s long felt deserted.

 

I have a long way to go on this journey with much to learn, but God is helping me progress from one stage to another. He’s not asking me to become someone I’m not. Instead, He’s empowering me to become someone I could not possibly be without Him.

Yes, the enemy whispers there’s too big of an age gap for connections to be made this weekend, but a young woman once told me that Titus 2 women are needed — and we Titus 2 women need them too. So I prepare with an excitement that’s surely not natural.

And to think it all began in the corner of a crowded, dimly-lit coffee shop.

“Practice of true community involves responsibilities and actions that do not come naturally to us.” – Jerry Bridges, True Community: The Biblical Practice of Koinonia

 

In keeping with the definition of a journey, where would you say you are in relation to pursuing biblical community?

a. sipping lavender lattes in the cafe corner? (pre-clueful)

b. receiving words from strangers that could be a “direct message” from God? (open to receiving)

c. feeling oddly awkward that God might be up to something you didn’t expect? (contemplating)

d. taking steps to put yourself in the path of biblical community? (still clueless but desiring to become more like Christ to the point of obedience?)

e. signing up for a women’s retreat or other gatherings that are not normal for you? (becoming a comfort-zone crusher!)

f. fully integrated into biblical community (refusing to allow natural tendencies to overrule God’s supernatural power, putting the gospel on display in beautiful and unexpected ways.)

I’d love to know! Share in the comment section and you might just win your own eavesdropping session at Starbucks. {Told you I had a long way to go!}

 

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Tiny House Tuesday // When Two Littles Love a Little Loft

Tiny House Tuesday

The littles love their tiny loft, and maybe the reading nook too.

When Sarah, my daughter-in-law, created these signs last summer I never imagined it would be over a year before two of our six grandchildren had a place to hold them up. Though the nook and loft are not completely finished, the end is finally in sight and as happy as I am, Brian is even happier.

 

The Reading Nook

 

Tiny House Reading Nook

 

Initially, I planned for the reading nook to be the size of a full mattress and closed off, in hopes of giving it a quiet, cozy feel. It didn’t take long, however, to realize that the eight-foot-long window/desk would barely squeeze into the remaining space so we switched the size to a twin. I was disappointed, but the tiny house was created mainly for writing, so I begrudgingly agreed with reality and here we are.

As I played with the idea of closing off this tiny twin nook, I came across a picture in Cottage Living that reminded me of the second-story sleeping porch in Thomas Wolfe’s home, located in Asheville, NC. Its surrounding walls, consisting mainly of windows, make for an airy, bright, and downright dreamy space.

So we decided to make an interior “window” that matched the other three inside the nook. Now, natural light shines through, lending an open feel to the entire tiny house. It may not feel quite as cozy but I figure the stack of vintage chenille spreads, fluffy back pillows, and a copy of Look Homeward, Angel in the corner will help readers feel right at home.

 

 

The Littles’ Loft

As an eight-year-old, I dreamed of creating a tiny space in my grandparent’s attic. It was a hidden world above their single-storied home, accessed only by a string that dangled from the door on the ceiling.

The rectangular-shaped attic was bookended by windows. On one side, an iron rod holding vintage dresses coffined in garment bags stretched for what seemed like miles. Brightly colored polyester pieces peeked out from their plastic as if to beg for attention.

On the other side, boxes housed Christmas for eleven months of the year. Grandmother and Granddaddy focused on family instead of fanfare, reflected in the content of the containers that held their decorations, and my memories.

Like the attic in their home, our littles’ loft in the tiny house will be accessible by narrow slats of wood that climb twice as high as their heads. Strategically placed bars across the front, a couple of bean bags, and a comfy throw rug will offer a nice spot to read, play games, or hide Hatchables.

 

Tiny House Play Loft

 

While their tiny “hidden world above” won’t hold vintage dresses or Christmas storage, it will hold the potential to create memories they’ll not soon forget.

Yes, the loft and reading nook are tiny, but if my grandparents’ pocket-sized home taught me anything, it’s that the size of a home doesn’t determine the amount of love it can hold.

 

So, I’d love to know… what book would you bring to read in the tiny reading nook?

 

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Soli Deo Gloria (Glory to God alone)

 

 

 

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