A mini-kitchen renovation and the hoedown throwdown

One man’s trash…

The title of this post was from a quote I saw on Instagram last night.

Little did I know how much it would come to life so quickly. A few posts ago, I mentioned my new hobby of picking up people’s garbage and renovating it. Of course, there would be a God lesson in the toy kitchen I am remodeling. (Did I also mention the new cabinet I got for ten dollars from the thrift store)?

A few weeks ago, I had anxiety over something that I had no control of. (Do we have any control, anyway? Does the clay have power over the potter? I never seem to learn this lesson.) I did not have a real urge from God as I have in the past, but I decided based on emotion and MY wants. I listened to some people’s advice looking out for me and said, “If God wants me to do this, He will.” The problem was that I did not honestly believe that I was supposed to “move”, but I thought it would be a good idea. I wanted what I wanted and had so much anxiety over the outcome I didn’t know what to do with myself during the waiting period. It was during this time that I saw the toy kitchen while riding my bike. I then decided I would focus my control and anxieties on this project instead of spending time with God and seeing what He had to say about it.

You see where this is going. You’re probably saying to yourself, “Abort! Abort!”

What could go wrong? I painted a black piece of wood white. I took all the hardware and doors off and repainted them.

I put a coat of polyurethane on it to seal it so I could wrap this project up.

Number one: Things did not go my way in the decision I made, which was kind of disappointing, but life goes on. God will put me where He wants me for His purpose, and I knew that all along. I just decided to take a step of faith either way and then try to manage the result.

Number two: The polyurethane stained my white kitchen yellow, ruining it.

I wanted to pick it up like the Hulk and smash it, but I am thankful I did not do that. After I calmed down a bit, I thought of how God doesn’t throw me away because I am not perfect. Correction is not always pleasant, so he has to rough out the mess-ups and start over now and then. I am the one who realizes his grace and mercy. I am the one who recognizes that the pain of going through it will be worth it in the end. He is the One watching saying, wait till she sees how I turn this around.

I did not cast all my cares on Him. I threw all my care into painting this kitchen white and controlling it. Just like the daigon idol came crashing to the ground, so did my toy kitchen.

I apologize in advance. I am a much better writer than I am a speaker, and to add to that is my New Orleans accent. This is the video I posted to Facebook earlier today and decided to share it here describing the trauma.
“Is that what she sounds like?!?” 😛 Nothing like the movies.

A simple blog with a simple lesson. I am thankful for the reminders HE is the one in control and not me, even if the lesson hurts sometimes. What is fitting is that the title of the background music in the following video is titled “Idiots Paradise”.