We call our new place “Painter Farm” because it’s what the realtor called it as we discussed putting in the application.
Here are a few snaps from around the house. A few little details.
We have two of these windows in the house, one at the bottom and one at the top of the staircase.
The view from the upstairs bathroom, looking down into the back yard and the little shed.
Jack on the screened porch. I got the little table and chairs for a song at a store closing it’s business.
The front porch lamp. The ceiling of the porch is painted “haint blue” which is said to ward off evil spirits and bugs. 🙂
This is a lamp in the downstairs foyer. I just LOVE the detail in the oak trim!
The banister on the stairs has this lovely detailing as well, so handsome!
The little boys bedroom. It has a neat shape to it like a turret style. We have two boys in each of the two rooms. Scott and I share the only room with a decent closet.
Lily came for a visit. Here you can see a bit of the built in cabinet behind them. It provides lots of china hutch type storage and is a good place for me to keep extra kitchen appliances.
My messy kitchen. I love the island center for washing dishes and the sink there. I don’t love that it’s so close to the fridge that folks use it as a place to set things from the fridge as they are getting food out.
The living room downstairs is also shaped in the “turret” style that matches the little boys room directly above it. We started off with one couch and three chairs but now have two couches and three chairs, and for the first time in forever we ALL have a place to sit!
The walls going upstairs have provided a good gallery space for my nautical photography. It was Max’s idea to put the photos here and I like it very much.
Okay that’s a little glimpse, however choppy it may be, into our little house we call Painter Farm.
Have a good week folks, and may The Lord bless you and keep you.
I apologize sincerely if any of these pictures are redundant. As I see it we can all use a little visual peace, and my fire and sunset pictures are nothing if not peaceful.
So as I mentioned Saturday, last week Noah had a friend come up from North Carolina. He drove a long four hours to stay for only thirty six hours, sad face. It was a good time however and we did a LOT more than I photographed. And the above picture is horribly blown out. That’s what I get for waiting until last minute at 7:45 in the morning before he’s got to head back home.
fire pit against the post sunset sky
Both nights that he was here we had the fire pit going. The first night for s’mores but the second was just for kicks and giggles. We aren’t in a city and have to street lights so we have the best view (of my life so far) of the night sky, and thankfully the first night he was here was also had clear skies.
So dark, warm and smokey. I love going to bed with the smell of campfire in my hair and on my skin.
pinks and purples and blues, oh my
What an amazing sunset we had too. We’re always so glad when our friends can come and share in this glory that God has given us.
Scott was home both nights (oh have I mentioned I LOVE his new schedule!?!) and was able to get out the fishing pole and play around a bit. We have yet to catch a fish off our bulkhead, but one day we will, I’m certain of it.
Last night I decided to walk down to the beach after taking a ridiculously long soak in the bath. Scott never likes me to wander off alone so he recruited Jack to go with me.
Jack hollers back to me “you’re walking slow tonight mom!”
We arrive at the beach and look for the sandcastle we’d built yesterday to no avail. I see a woman come out and sit on the bulkhead. I take this picture.
Jack says the bugs are eating him up and he’s heading back home. I walk behind him slowly, the woman says hello to me. I feel the Holy Spirit moving me in her direction. I ask her how she’s doing tonight. Her wobbly smile betrays the truth and she starts to cry. “It’s a nice place to come for a cry.” I say, she chortles softly. “Tell a stranger your troubles” I say as I sit down next to her. She talks and I listen. A little while goes by and Sam arrives to fetch me after hearing Jack’s report to Scott that “mom is talking to a stranger”. He sits quietly as we continue talking. I end by placing my hand on her shoulder and praying for her. God wants her to know, and He wants YOU to know, you are not alone. He sees you, He knows your pain and He is loving you right through it all. You are one in a billion, and He loves you. You may have no one to talk to but He is listening. After ALL is said and done, after this life is done, HE IS THERE. Put one foot in front of the other and do the next thing. God is still on the throne. And remember, NONE OF THIS TOOK GOD BY SURPRISE.
Thank you God for this divine appointment. You are always working around me, I just had to show up, listen up and speak up. All glory and honor and praise are YOURS.
Let me back up just a bit. My dad found out he was sick with cancer in March 2011 and immediately we started praying that God would help us get out of this house and closer to our parents.(right now we are 3.5 drive away) Both our parents are in Virginia, about 15 minutes drive from each other. It has always been our mindset that we should care for our folks in their old age, and dad’s diagnosis was just the thing to get the prayer going with real regularity. I want to tell you about “the phone call” but that involves more than myself, and after writing up a draft I’ve decided to just tell you MY side of things. This involves skipping a bit for the “public” but I have documented it all in my personal journal and can tell you, God was in it all. To sum up that call, I learned that I would have to wait a bit longer than I had expected, to give in my notice. I wasn’t upset and had a lot of peace about it actually. I turned forty April 6 and I had it in my heart and spirit that I WOULD be back home with the boys by my birthday.
As it turned out, because of a great job opportunity for hubby, we are moving to Virginia at the end of next week. Once I knew we would be moving I gave in my two weeks notice. The end of that two weeks was three days after I was to turn forty. However in the middle of that two weeks one of our sons was hospitalized, and because I wasn’t sure when I could come back to work, my work took me off the schedule for the remainder of that period. Hence, not only was I home FOR my birthday, I was home almost a full week before it. God is in this. And you saw that the job is IN Virginia? Virginia is a big state, we will be only 1.5 hours from either of our parents. God is in this.
So, I would love for you all to do something for me. I would love you to join me in thanks to God for this move, for my coming home to the boys, for this great new job for my hubby and for the new proximity to our folks. God has answered so much and more. I would also love for you to join me in petitioning God for 1)the quick sale of the house; we don’t want to make one cent, we just want to pay off what we owe. God is big enough! 2) for us to find a house to rent with a fence, and in a good neighborhood. Fences aren’t something the folks where we’re moving to do much, so it’s becoming an obstacle, but God is in this and I KNOW he has a house that is JUST what we need. So far He has done “exceedingly more than we could ask or think” and I am so thankful and excited to see what He has for us next! Lastly, as I’m left behind with the boys, cleaning and painting and getting things ready for the move in 7 days, please praise God for the peace that He has so generously given me so far. I haven’t freaked out once! Yes I’m overwhelmed and Yes I’ve got to have a notebook with me at all times to write down things to do and people to call and emails to write, but I haven’t freaked out. I prayed in the beginning for peace, and God has so graciously given this to me. Thank you Father God!
Also, I really see a future for my boys in painting! They’ve each contributed in some way to the taping, rolling, trimming and painting of three different rooms so far (two in the last three days!)
“I haven’t blogged in forever.”
“And I’m kind of okay with it. It might die, it might not. I’m just too busy!”
So here’s what’s up. I’ve been busy working between 24-36 hours a week in addition to being a full time mom and part time home school mom. Home school is suffering. SUFFERING. The eldest son gets up before the rest of us and gets his work done. The “threebies” as I like to call my stair-steps are getting maybe three days a week. Maybe.
So what’s up with me? Well when I get two days off in a row (which my gracious boss does for me when she can) I try to get up to Virginia to see my dad and mom. We did this at Easter which happened to also be my nephew Thomas’s first birthday.
While there my mom mentioned that dad is writing letters to all of his grandchildren, a memoir of sorts for each child, and he needed a picture of he and Thomas together.
I took my “littles” with me for another trip to Virginia a few weeks ago. We spent time with mom while dad rested. We had fun at their big mall. (big by my little town’s standards anyway!)
One day Scott came running into the house yelling “where’s your camera?” “in my camera bag” ” WHERE is your camera???” “IN MY CAMERA BAG!” (am I exasperating or what?!?)
This is the picture he took of his exciting find. Obviously hubby doesn’t know how to use the focus.
Here are the two shots I got. How fun to find these two creatures perched and napping on the side of our house.
Did you know we have a cat? She’s quite the huntress. Here was a “gift” she left us one morning.
Can you see the fleas? Yikes!
Let’s find something else to end this blog with. How about little baby Thomas’s rebel yell? Yes!!! My favorite picture from the post cake/in the sandbox/wearing a do rag day.