Looking for spring inspiration? I’m sharing my spring accents in a lovely, calming master bedroom.
Do you ever get a chance to look beyond something?
Take a wedding ring, for example. In reality, it is nothing but a piece of metal or rock dug from the earth and whacked with a few hammers and chisels… But there are two more ways to see it: first, it is the expression of that artist – the effort, vision, and manipulation of his or her hands. Second, it is the symbol of promise – the gift, sacrifice, and commitment of two people to love one another.
Who would want to stop at the first explanation when the depth and beauty of the second and third explanations await?
I’ve been thinking about this same premise in my home lately. It can be so easy to be trapped by the tangible facts: do I have this table, this rug, this style, this accessory. It can be so easy to focus on the material… when there is so much more to be found.
Is it wrong to look at my home and try to make it beautiful? I don’t think so. In fact, it begins to migrate into the realm of the artist at that point, and can be celebrated for its creativity… but it cannot stop there.
I hope to see beyond the pretty dresser I refinished and the industrial clock I made and rather see the beauty of revitalization and new life. And I hope to see beyond my cool old books and see a love of learning, a never-ending desire to expand my knowledge and experiences alongside the people I love.
I hope to see beyond the charming antique sewing machine that belonged to my husband’s great grandmother and see the reality of legacy. How am I serving and inspiring my children? What kind of legacy am I producing?
And I hope to see beyond my trendy hand painted sign and hear the words it shares echoed in my heart. To remember that all of this is a gracious gift from above.
I hope to see beyond the choice of “in style” white walls and bedding and see a peaceful retreat for myself and my husband. A place where we can unwind, get rid of the baggage of everyday life, and encourage one another.
I hope to see beyond my four poster bed and see the kindness and love my husband had (and continues to have) for me when he surprised me with it the day we moved into our first home. To see the grace of God in our years together and all we have learned.
Easter naturally gave me plenty of fodder for these thoughts. Looking both at his death and resurrection as well as beyond it – to see the life, hope, and joy possible through it – keeps me from dismissing it as just something else we do each year.
How about you? Where can you look beyond something?
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