The windows, that is.
I couldn’t imagine a more exciting moment on our tiny house journey than when the walls were raised. But I was wrong.
Seeing “windows” punch through solid walls brought out the inner cheerleader in me (and I do mean inner!) I shouted as if it were the last lap of Dale Earnhardt Jr.’s career. Oh, you didn’t know I was a closet NASCAR fan? I watch it from my air-conditioned, non-smoky, fuel-free den with a frappe in one hand and a book in the other. I am a fan nonetheless.
But I digress.
It’s one thing to measure, draw, and pluck a plumb line in all the right places. It’s a whole other baby to catch sight of toppling wood chunks the size of windows.
My favorite window, all 8′ x 4′ of it, will sit to the left of the front porch. The desk will run its length to make way for mountain views and guest writers. Here, Brian finished cutting one of the back windows in the reading nook. Next up, the desk window.
And now, the desk window view, seen from the inside out.
The windows that will sit to the right of the porch are tall and slender, giving a nod to the windows of yesteryear. It is a Victorian tiny house, after all. {Not pictured}
The three back windows will be larger, giving readers a plentiful place to perch as they turn their pages.
Minus one tiny corner gap that was soon covered.
The newly cut “windows” allow the warmth that was once tightly held within the walls to flow outwardly.
“…in humility value others above yourselves, not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others.” Philippian 2:3b-4
First, we look up but then we look out.
All we have⏤health, home, family, spiritual gifts, talents, ministry⏤are to be released, not clutched within the walls of our wants.
I {often} have to ask God to cut through my selfish tendencies that hinder my ability to see those He places on my path.
Is there anything hindering our ability to see⏤really see⏤others?
Oh, how thoroughly exciting! I love this vicarious experience, Cathy. I think the largest hindrance to really seeing others is our rush to get through the now. That older lady taking forever in the checkout line? Instead of tapping my toes, I look at her fingers. It was easy to feel frustrated until arthritis bloomed in ONE of my digits. The pain in that one spot made me realize the magnitude of pain others feel trying to complete tasks that used to be simple. It makes me mindful of the pain of simply digging in my wallet. It makes me mindful of the lady in line. Ya know?
Oh, yes, I know. What a beautiful point you make, Charla. The next time I get in a rush, I will be looking for the hands of the person ahead of me. Thank you for taking the time to share your heart. 🙂
This is so exciting. I’m having fun watching the progress.
Thanks so much, Jann! I’m delighted you’re on this journey with me. 🙂 Blessings…
Always a joy to read these updates. Not sure if I’ll face depression once it’s finished. hmmmm
How ironic, Sandra. I think my husband might fall into depression if it’s not finished sooner than later. ha! Right now, during the humid days, it’s rough but a cooler season is just around the corner. 🙂 Thanks for sharing!!
I’m excited over those windows right along with you! As always, love following the tiny house process through your eyes! 🙂
Thank you, Connie! 🙂 Love having you on this journey with me. Blessings!!
Oh Cathy! I’m so excited for you! It’s going to be sooo beautiful, and those windows… I have hearts in my eyes! xoxoxo
Thank you, Prudy! I wish you lived closer. We could cook for an hour and then head up the hill to the tiny house to write. 🙂
I think you should have a tiny open house. You could serve tiny cookies and tiny cups of tea☺️
I like the way you think, Kim!!! 🙂 Hmm…
What a beautiful view and an exciting project! Enjoying the progress…and cheering you on!
Thank you, Cynthia! I feel the support (as well as the excitement!) I love having you on this journey with me. Blessings!!