Every house where love abides
And friendship is a guest,
Is surely home, a home sweet home,
For there the heart can rest.
-Henry Van Dyke
There is a process of a house becoming a home, and it doesn’t just happen overnight; the process is called “life”. Everyday moments naturally collect and inevitably bring meaning to even the simple. Last week I spent several days boxing up our possessions and cleared them from our Kansas residence. Over nine months ago, a change came quickly for our family; we took our clothes and computer and left the rest while our house sat staged on the market. In God’s perfect timing, the house sold recently thus bringing me back to officially close our time in Pittsburg, Kansas. Bittersweet…….a common word……yet a description that just nails the situation.
It was weird and yet natural returning to our house. A part of me was ready to just pick back up with life where I left off, but boxes waiting to be filled reminded me of God’s different plan. So I packed and dear forever friends came alongside me packing and helping me walk in this new direction. I took lots of pictures of our house, and while they are fun for us to look through and remember, the images (especially in their tidy staged form) remind me the life that made our house a home is still with me: my husband and three sons. Someday life will pour again into another house and together we will once again transform a house into a home. It will be so much fun. I will love that season of time! I’m praying for it already!
I thought I would give you a little tour since some of you have not been to see us in Kansas. Come in! Come in! You might have to mentally picture shoes here and there, maybe a few random stacks of laundry around, something going on in the kitchen, etc. to get the real picture, but please!…..be our guest.
The entry picture is dark, but this space awaits you as you walk in the door. I took all these pictures quickly using my iPhone, so bear with me and my lack of photo skills. Hopefully you can still get the picture of our home. You can kinda see the view out our front door in this dark entry picture. An empty lot was across the street which turned into a great football playing field.
Standing in the entry and turning to your right, you look into our study. The Christmas tree stood in this room at one time. The piano is hidden from sight in this picture, but it was well used. Love music playing through the house!
Again, standing in the entry but now turning to your left, you will see the dining room. A table holds all kinds of stories, doesn’t it?
The boards on either side of the mirror were old closet doors I found on the side of the road. They were painted bright primary colors. I textured, painted, and then found a long scripture to just begin writing/painting. Filled the space just right.
Standing in the entry and now facing forward, you enter our family room with a view of the sunroom just beyond.
The kitchen was on one side of the space and the family room on the other. The kitchen was a nice big space. The walls look blue in the picture, but really they were painted with a metallic paint called ”Iron Gate” by Ralph Lauren. I liked it. My sister and dad visited one Spring Break and made the kitchen island for us. It was the center and workhorse of the family. We usually ate weekday meals around this island. All kinds of projects were worked out here. I have an image in my mind of the island loaded with yummy dishes brought by our small group from church and the large group reaching over each other trying to fill their plates. Good times! I loved this island. It killed me to have to leave it. Good thing I still have my sister and dad handy!
The red piece at the end was a piece of broken sheet rock I painted and it reads “Glorify the Lord with me. Let us exalt His name together. Psalm 34:3″ Yes!
This was the view out the kitchen window. We had a big open area behind our house with a tree line as the border. Loved it. Looked beautiful in the fall and in the white of winter.
The family room.
On another Spring Break visit by my sister and dad, the mantle was built. Yes, there was a theme to their visits (also notice the headboards in each of the boys’ rooms). They bless me. They declared they had a great time working on a project together. Personally, I think I got the great end of the deal.
I wrote this scripture on a chalkboard right when everything became a little (a lot) crazy. It was still there when I returned the other day. It is definitely truth the Lord has instilled in me in this loooong trust journey.
French doors on either side of the fireplace lead you to the sunroom. I took some killer Sunday afternoon naps on that couch! Loved the natural light for various projects. Loved the view outside.
A hallway on the other side of the family room led to the bedroom/bath area. Here is Jayton’s bedroom.
…….and Jace’s room…….
……and the Master bedroom. The owners before us had left a bunch of random doors down in the basement. A couple of the doors were painted and became our headboard.
Close to the kitchen, a stairway led to a basement, a.k.a. “the man-cave”. I don’t have any pictures with me right now showing how it looked with furniture in the space. We had a couple of red couches, a treadmill, a punching bag, and a big T.V. This space was used HARD……..like, I can’t even express that enough. Both of the red couches had to be thrown away instead of moved. There are dart holes in the wall where they kept missing the dart board. Swords and various things used as swords created holes in the ceiling. A Ping-Pong table was at the far end of the room. A friend of my sons came over when I was packing and just stood and shook his head and laughed saying, “Oh, the stories I can tell of this space.” I know that is right. It was soooooo wonderful to have a space like this for them……..and for me, it was out of sight, out of mind. Blessed us all. Oh! It blessed us during MANY a Kansas tornado warning too!!!
Jax actually had his bedroom down in the basement as well. It kinda creeped me out, but he loved it. He could get out his guitar and play and sing as loud as he wanted. Plus, it offered him a little space from his brothers from time to time. Again, a gift of harmony to us all.
Here is a view from our backyard. This was actually the selling feature to me. Boys ran hard from one end to the other of this space. Many a capture-the-flag game took place here.
A firepit with five chairs surrounding were stationed on the concrete patio. We cranked the music, broke out the s’more fixings, strummed guitars, laughed, talked. Good times. Sweet times. *sigh*
In our Kansas house, love did abide,
……..and friendship was our guest.
Our house became our home, a place our heart did indeed rest,
…… and I pray offered rest and a cup filled to others as well.
“Lord, you have assigned me my portion and my cup; you have made my lot secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance. I will praise the LORD, who counsels me; even at night my heart instructs me. I have set the LORD always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I will not be shaken.” Psalm 16:5-8