the house as cure
We’ve only bought 2 pieces of furniture in our marriage that weren’t hand-me-down or used via facebook marketplace. Up until this summer, we moved every year. First into my grandpa’s home for our first 3-months of marriage, then to Mississippi for 11-months, then to an apartment in Chapel Hill and then finally, finally, here. This little town home. I scoured Zillow for months, antsy for a place we could stay in for longer than a year, and for a place that we could feel homey in with room for people at our table.
It was on a really hard day last Spring, when my heart was feeling displaced and discouraged from life-hurts I couldn’t control, when this place popped up in my inbox. I called C immediately and we booked an appointment to see it that afternoon. We drove into the neighborhood and I exhaled, already feeling a cozy kind of happy. And that’s how it’s felt every day since coming home: like a really kind gift from the Lord for my heart to have a safe place to rest. (Maybe it’s the 9 in me, but having a calm, clean environment changes everything for my mood and my ability to experience that deep and safe kind of soul rest). And it’s ours for now, a few years of renting at least. So while I’d paint all the cabinets and redo the bathrooms if I could, in reality it’s more than enough. And it brings an added satisfaction when you can make a rental feel as special is if it was yours after all.
Slowly but surely our little living room got cozier and cozier. The coffee table is one of the few pieces of furniture we purchased, and all for the sacred lift-top. It’s a game changer from all the days we used to pull out those 1950’s TV trays to watch the Bachelorette with our dinner on Monday nights lol. Most important after a few pillows, a blanket, and a rug… was having plants to make it feel alive and bright. So far I’ve kept them growing, which makes it all just really happy. Having an actual piece of art (I mean via Target but still), also somehow makes us feel adulty. And this beautiful book written by my sweet friend, sits ready for readers at any moment.
I’m not an interior designer clearly, but I know what I want more than a perfectly decorated house, is a place for people to walk in and feel welcomed and wanted. For everyone to get the same cozy homey feel I do when I take my shoes off and jump on the couch to curl up in a blanket. For it to be a place where hearts feel safe, seen, and heard; a place where Jesus is cherished.
Where is the place that mirrors our hearts? Where are we when we feel held, and protected, and whispered to? Where does the content of our intimate exchanges ring most true?... I think of the house as cure; always a safe place to mend from the demands of an insisting world.” - Bobby McAlpine
Yes. Yes. Yes.
ps. in case you’re into before/afters like me, this one is for you: