October 28, 2010

• Brewing: Beauty Thoughts and Project Irreversible

   

  Since My Faire Lady and her two festivals are now over [we did a second with a bit more success than the first - yay!], I have a million projects running through my mind for my house. Okay, so not a million. That sounds juvenile.

  But a lot. As in, I lie in bed at night,  before I sleep, there visions of interior design projects that run through my mind.  I would love to be an interior designer. At least, that’s what I think from this side. But I’ve never had any formal training other than what I read and observe on my own. So perhaps it’s not as glamorous on the other side as what it seems to be, because I’ve heard interior design is hard work. But I just think it would be so fun to go into someone’s home and beautify it for them.

  The thing of finding beauty has been something God has been teaching me, especially the past four years. My years before that were spent in a geographically gorgeous area; the past four years are really not what one would call gardens of any kind. Sure, there are pockets of geographically beautiful land scattered here and there, but one has to look for it. This subject was just brought up to me again within the past few weeks with a few friends and sisters, the subject of finding beauty.

  I’ve grown up with an appreciation for beauty – whether it’s architecture [my father is a real estate agent, and as a child I remember driving around dramatic neighborhoods admiring the roof pitch, the color scheme chosen, the angles, the details], landscape, wardrobe/accessories, interior design, floral design… And it seemed that I was simply immersed in beauty for much of my life. I have an uncle who is a phenomenal artist who resides in New York City, I have relatives who are so incredibly gifted in creating beautiful atmospheres and homes and dinners…

  Four years ago, when my husband and I moved 800 miles south, I wasn’t prepared for the geographical difference. Where is the beauty?? I would moan to myself. And sometimes I still long for the four dramatic seasons, for an autumn where there is a glorious changing of color, where there is crisp weather for hay rides and barn parties as in my youth. Somehow the 90′ weather of today doesn’t seem too much like autumn. And I really don’t want to run the air conditioner on Christmas day. I really really don’t.

  And yet, God is showing me that there is beauty to be found. Granted, it must be searched for. And no, it wouldn’t win world awards or anything like that. Down by the islands, yes indeed.

  But even more than that, I often think of the quote by Amy Carmichael, who said,

  “In acceptance lieth peace.”

  It is true, that as long as we are fighting the place that God has put us in, we will not see the beauty. But in the acceptance of His will, there is rest of heart and soul, and there are new eyes to see beauty around us. There is something about that soul peace, that quietness and rest within the depths of who we are, knowing that we are right with God and that we are surrendered to Him.

  And also, in the seeking of God Himself, it seems that there are windows and doors that open within us and rivers that flow out of our very soul – expressing His beauty within our lives, and in the way we live our lives. I think this looks different in every person. For some, it’s pursuing dreams, for others, it could be as varied [but not limited to] as: teaching, MOPS groups, photography, orphan ministry, leading women’s ministry groups, interior design, culinary skills, a heart that always seems to notice when someone needs help and knowing how to practically meet that need, people that care well for others, inner city missions and ministries, children’s clubs and ministries, moms meeting together to pray for their public high school children, people who speak words of encouragement… There is an endless list, really. But it seems that is all flows out of a heart who is surrendered and at peace with God. It flows – it is not forced, and it brings blessing… It springs from a heart who is first seeking God; not seeking to be great at any of the above mentioned [and not mentioned] things.

  All that to say, I am realizing that as I come to deeper places of surrender with God, that He places a fuller dimension of Himself within me. And it will always continue to be so – there will always be more places of surrender, and until Heaven, I will not experience and know Him perfectly. I wish, but I won’t. That’s one of the many things to look forward to about Heaven!

  I think the giftings within us tend to simply flow out of us the more we learn to know God more. I loved this quote by A. W. Tozer that I read the other morning, speaking of that issue:

  “Our gifts and talents should be recognized for what they are,
  God’s loan to us,
  and should never be considered in any sense our own.”
  We have no more right to claim credit for special abilities
  than for blue eyes and strong muscles.”

  I LOVED this quote. Because there are soooo many varied giftings within every person. No two are exactly alike; not one is better than another. But they are all loans from God, to showcase Himself to the people and the world around us. That means EVERYONE has something to offer, no matter what the gifts. If they are from God, they are unique, they are of incredible worth, and they are given for a purpose of showcasing God. Not for any personal credit or discredit.

  Those are just a few of my thoughts today…

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  And a project…

  My husband called me on his way home yesterday…

  I said, Um, I was working on a project today.
  He said, Okay, what was it?
  I said, Uhh, it’s a secret.
  He said, Oh really? So what is it?
  I said, It’s a secret. But I really hope you like it, because this is irreversible.
  He said, Irreversible, huh? So did you paint the piano? Tear out drywall? Paint the ceiling?
  I said, Oh no no no, nothing that drastic. But still, rather hard to undo.
  He was nervous.
  
  I’m telling you. This husband of mine is a brave one. And he’s really good about letting me act upon my ideas. Even though sometimes he won’t tell me for years later that he really didn’t like that curtain the hallway, and I wonder why he didn’t tell me because it really wasn’t a big deal!
  
  This was my brewing Project Irreversible:

  My music tree. I’ve been dreaming of it for months. I needed something beside my mantel and behind the baby grand. And I wanted a tree.

  But not a wallwords tree, not a fabric tree, not a painted tree. I wanted something unique. And because this is the music room, and because I dreamt of majoring in music once upon a time…

  A very sweet friend sent me a beautifully ancient book of antiqued brown sheet music, and I bought a few more music books off of ebay for a few dollars, thus varying the page shades.

  A MUSIC TREE.

  

  [I do think I need to move that center bird cage... It hides her too much. And I need to move the paper balls. Leftovers from My Faire Lady that I don't know what to do with.]

  Now that she’s up, I’m not sure I’m quite as in love with her as I thought. [I call the tree a "she" because she is too delicate and fine to be called an "it"].
  
  I’m rather afraid she looks like a giant spider spread across the wall behind my baby grand in the music room. Does she??

  She sure was fun to make though. It only look me about two hours.

  

  
  But like I told Husband, It’s irreversible. She GLUED to the wall. Taking her off would be a bit difficult.
  
  I do like her. But I know what she is, a musical tree. I just really hope is that a spider on the wall doesn’t pop into people’s minds when they see her.

  And directly opposite of her, above the desk is this…

  

  
  Husband thinks it’s a slightly an overkill on the whole music idea. Too much of a good thing is too much, that  reasoning? He is probably right. But he is very willing to bear with his impulsive wife.

   This wall is just little strips of tape holding these sheets up. I rather like them. As for the desk underneath it, well, that best remains hidden at this point. Too much stuff to clear off of it for a picture.

  And another little project yesterday: a halter-style kitchen apron. For sale on My Faire Lady on facebook.

  

   

  And that’s all for now!

  A lovely autumn weekend to you!
  
  Camping is involved in our weekend plans. Wish me forbearance.
  Rustic camping isn’t my forte.
  But happy company is, so that compensates!

  ~clarita

   

   

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