We recently purchased a home and I’m a “let’s move in and get it all done so we can relax and enjoy” kinda gal. I had everything unpacked within days and although I hesitated to hang things on the walls (for fear of not finding the perfect spot or it not looking perfectly styled) being desperate to feel settled, I decided to just go for it. With each hammer and nail, I gained confidence remembering this is our home and that there was no right or wrong way to accomplish this task. I hung things the way we liked them and I worked to moved away from my need for perceived perfection in the way my home looks. Doesn’t that just sound like I’ve got it all together?! (Insert a couple of “laughing-with-tears” and eye rolling emojis here ladies)
I should tell you that I’m not the most calculated or mathematical human-so I rely solely on my eye-balling skills and not that of an actual tool to help with precision. Because of my lack of attention (span) to the details of accuracy, I was left with two walls that held pieces ever so slightly crooked. Each time I walked by them I would work hard to convince myself that I was being too critical and that they were in fact straight…but, they’re not. They are off-center and also the kind of things with two holes in the back so reattempting to hang them would be more of a chore than I can bare.
And then God started to work.
The Spirit reminded me that although perfect and beautiful things are nice, they’re often a façade. He encouraged me to see my slightly crooked wall hangings as reminders of me and who I am. I am a wife and a mom living in a world with a whole lot of pressure to present in a way that isn’t always accurate. He reminded me that striving and focusing more on what things look like take time away from my ability to focus on Him. He reminded me that my identity and who am I matter more than anything and recognizing that although I may want to appear perfect He already sees me that way.
Sisters, read this and know that I am the girl who cares about this stuff-you may come to my house and not notice the two crooked things hanging on my walls but I see them every day. God is growing me in this season to find grace in these small things and to use them as greater keepsakes. Now when I see my crooked hangings I can’t help but smile and see them as reminders of the imperfect world I live in and how whether I choose to rehang them or not-nothing will ever reach the level of perfection I may be trying to implement.
I’m embracing my crookedness and soaking in the grace and freedom I’m finding in the process. I’m also experiencing more deeply how God loves me in such a personal way. He goes to any length to reach me. I never would’ve imagined I could understand His love more completely through imperfect pictures hanging on my walls.
For this reason I kneel before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth derives its name. I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God. –Ephesians 3:14-19
Erin Heins has attended Grace Chapel for 8 years; she and JD are parents to their two kids Cash (6) and Eleanor( 4 ½ ). She is a stay at home mom and aspiring minimalist. She enjoys photography, gardening, cooking, and needs a large mug of strong dark coffee every morning before the rest of the house wakes. Erin enjoys serving on the Grace Chapel Women’s Community Leadership Team and meeting the women of Grace Chapel.