When we bought the house we had 2 living areas, which was great for a while, however, as the kids grew, we converted one living room to a bedroom which was shared by girls, then boys and then as our oldest’s room as our youngest son left for college. We have played musical rooms MANY times in this house and it always makes things fresh and fun for a while and miraculously clean for a time.
Hubby’s home office was on the opposite side of bedroom wall sharing the dining room. It worked. When our oldest son moved out, we then had a spare room with plans to move the home office, however, we had paneling over the block walls and one of the walls wasn’t properly insulated, so we had some work to do first. Of course.
The dining room, was a good size, however, we had a couple of pieces of furniture that took up space and since we shared space with the office it could get a little tight with a large dinner group—-AKA all the kids and their significant others. With the furniture going to our oldest for his new house and my dishes and miscellanies now housed in the kitchen cabinets, we have a peaceful spot for dinner.
We have 2 bathrooms, both are small, but proportional to our 1972 house, and both had “issues”. Loose tiles in the tub and shower, floor tile/linoleum that was hard to clean and an overall dingy appearance.
For our master we opted to gut it and start fresh. Au revoir to the pink square tiles, too-short-for-Hubby shower head and linoleum square tiles on the floor
In the girls bathroom, we opted for re-glazing of the tub and tile rather than a gut. We replaced the floor tile, repainted and installed a new vanity, mirror and light fixture, matching the floor tile and lighting to our bathroom. From dingy to crisp and clean.
Welp. She got a reno! This little 1972 ranch has now come into 2020. A project that monopolized all of our Corona-quarantine time. When we first started, I shared a little house paint/office demo here. We still have some exterior stuff to do—wrapping up over the next two weeks. However for the most part—it’s done. Hallelujah!! Perfect timing because my allergies kicked in today, so I’ve been laying low with no enormous “to-do” list staring me down.
For starters I’ll give you the kitchen. I’ll do separate posts of the bathrooms, office and living/dining room. The entire project has been in various forms of discussion for the past 2 years, however, we knew that when we started we were doing it ALL. That knowledge was so overwhelming we never could pull the trigger—-add to that all the choices that we needed to make—-neither of us were ready. Cue Corona and all the weekends at home….just add paint and we crossed the start line.
Of course we are still shifting items in cabinets trying to find the best place and I keep going to the wrong spot for the garbage…..but it is finished and we love it!
In today’s Gospel Reading, Jesus emphatically and repeatedly proclaims that He is the bread of life and partaking in His body and blood will bring eternal life, entwining us with Christ–the one and only true sustenance. Jesus doesn’t say that the bread and blood represent him or are a likeness or symbol of him: the bread and blood ARE the body and blood of Christ. Period. End. Important enough that He speaks this six times in this Gospel….in case we didn’t hear it the first five times.
As a young mother with 4 kiddos who took turns distracting me during the Mass, receiving holy communion was frequently the only part of Mass that I remembered. As I lamented to a friend that I often felt exasperated and got nothing out of Mass due to the constant herding of little kittens in my pew, she reminded me that there are many graces granted to those who attend Mass and receive the Holy body and blood, she also encouraged me to keep on keepin’ on and that I would experience those graces throughout my long days and short years with these little people. And so I went, even when I knew it would be a struggle –no matter what shenanigans were going on in my pew (looking at you palms on Palm Sunday), when we took our place in line to receive Holy Communion the kids lined up and pulled it together for the remainder of Mass–every time. My strength renewed for another week ahead, that post-Communion peace in our pew a little reminder that He was with us every wiggle, loud whisper, wrestling match and loud toddler protests. Graces abundant indeed.
Believing that he healed the broken, rose from the dead and sits at the right hand of God, for me, it’s not that big of a stretch to believe he can turn bread and wine into His very presence each and every Mass. The ultimate gift is the receiving of the Eucharist–to be one with Christ, wound together in body, blood, soul and divinity in spite of our past or present.
Lord, may your great love lead us to you, to experience your love and ultimate sacrifice for us in the gift of the Eucharist, the body and blood of Jesus Christ.
If you are able, spend some time in Adoration prior to Mass (or arrive early to Mass to focus on Christ’s sacrifice) preparing your heart for His presence.