Miracles don’t have to be big and they can happen in the unlikeliest of places. Sometimes they are so small people dont notice. Sometimes miracles are shy. They brush against your cheek, they settle on your eyelashes. They wait for you to notice, then melt away. The Land of Decoration, Grace McGleen
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Wondering what you’ll find here ? Its real simple. I share easy encouragement for heart and home.
Few of us have all things flowing towards us, few of us are living in ideal circumstances or in our dream homes but that never did stop a good life from happening.
Sometimes all we need is some fresh perspective and an idea or two.
I write about small changes that can make big differences and starting right where we are with we already have because that’s something we can all do.
If you love thrifting, a bit of DIY, good coffee, making something out of nothing and a few good words then your in the right place.
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I hope you’ll leave here lighter then when you arrived and with a few ideas for doing what you can with what you have, right where you are.
I hope you’ll leave here knowing this as well – your pretty amazing.
House Shaped Things?
My love for words is only matched by my love for interiors. I’ve long been obsessed with all things house and homey – rooms and spaces and windows and walls and fixing them up and making them look pretty. I’ll quite happily do that anywhere at any time but this little house where I home has swallowed me whole.
If I were to sum up what I hope my home to be, I’d say easy on the eye and inspiring to the soul. Lovely in a way that demands little and gives much. Lovely in a way that makes you smile, that welcomes you in, that sits you down.
Some days I succeed, some days are iffy and somedays I wonder why I bother at all but I’ve found out over the years that big dollars, big skills, big time and big smarts aren’t prerequisites to a comfy home or to get within shouting distance thereof.
I live an hour or so just south of Sydney in the beautiful Illawarra and on days when there’s a good strong breeze I can smell the ocean. That’s still a treat for a girl who grew up in the heat and dust of country NSW a million miles it felt like from the water and a million miles from finding home.
We moved into this house from Sydney in 2005. We were full of big plans – some we have seen through, some we are still working on and some that have sat back and laughed at us. She’s a work in progress.
Home may be the most powerful word known. And, you know, sometimes home isn’t a place you find — but home becomes the place wherever you are. Sometimes home is tiny, like a quiet crevice in a wild world you can crawl into & exhale & listen to your heart beat & hear His whisper. Sometimes home is a dream come true simply because He who is Truth led you there. And then sometimes home isn’t what you hoped for but Hope can find you anywhere
I love a creative project but more than that I love seeing what I can do with what I’ve got. It’s usually more than what we think or give ourselves credit for.
Same goes for taking something old or unloved or plain ordinary – a room, a wall, something I found in my garage, at the thrift store or beside the road and wooing it back from the brink. There’s some of my story there. No expert skills, no big budget either, mostly trial and error and just giving things a whirl.Little Things?
In the beginning there was an empty room, a little bit of space, a little bit of light, a little bit of time Grace McGleen – The Land of Decoration
It seems we often look for the big changes and the gigantic answers and the total makeovers don’t we but they come along only once in a while – if ever. Give me small steps taken often that add up big differences – in our homes, in our families, in our faith. We have a big God who works His wonders within the small smallness of our hearts. And aren’t our big life stories mostly found in the small life moments.
Heart Shaped Things?
I have two little (not so little ) lovelies and one big one. My children are 16 and 13. Ethan is almost a man, taller than me now, he’s a sweet spirited boy but he has a naughty streak and comedic timing like you wouldn’t believe. My oh my does he ever keep me guessing and wondering and praying. Olivia, sweet Olivia, she skips and sings and twirls and giggles her way through life. I still cant believe I have them and never stop being grateful to God for them. My “big lovely” fits into that category too – – – a good husband, a good daddy and as imperfect and challenging and annoying as they come most days. But grateful for him – no end. He keeps us laughing and often dances in the kitchen with not much on. He is my biggest fan, always pushing me to follow my heart. He’s unique, he’s a challenge and he is in every way, for better or for worse – “the one”.But right here in the place of my greatest joy lies the real challenge. See I’m always gonna make thing’s look nice and work well wherever and whenever I can because it’s what I love to do – that bit comes easy – but we all know that don’t a happy family make. See the kids don’t care what colour the curtains are or how clean the kitchen is but they do want to feel safe and loved beyond limits, they want to have fun and run around the house shrieking, they want adventure and to be heard, they want a warm cosy bed and open arms and lot’s of food – that fella I’m married to as well. I feel in over my head by a long way, still in awe that I get to do life with these three and mostly muddling through and just figuring things out (or not) as I go. All of its grace, all of it more than I though id ever have.
He who is “altogether lovely,- – – ” Song of Solomon 5:16
– – – whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things. What you have learned and received and heard and seen in me—practice these things, and the God of peace will be with you. Philippians 4:8-9
I love this picture my sweet girl drew of me
What’s not to like – looks like I’m wearing high heels and a little black dress. I’m thin, my hair is styled (it never is) I’ve got a smile on my face and I just might be dancing or if not I’m striking a “hey life’s good” kinda pose. God bless little girls who always see the best in their mama’s.These taken a little while ago – Ken’s thinner, I’m not – all good.
This blog is where I get to combine my love for a creative project, my obsession with all things house and homey and my life long passion for stringing words together.
My hope is that you’ll find some simple, genuine inspiration here for your heart and for your home. Join me – we can talk long, drink coffee and get all inspired together.
Love from my home to yours.