Authentic Compassion

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Moment of reflection ---- and then a big WOO HOOO

A tiny bit sad - our incredible little renovation job (took over 6 months and I don't want to SAY how much money) on the Rock House across the road from us. It is no longer Our little Rock House. For a moment I want to reflect on how much work and detail and charm (and sweat and stepping on a rusty nail and taking antibiotics for 2 weeks and innumerable bites and stings from things dislodged from ancient hiding places) went into the renovation. We bought the little house hoping to make it into an office/guest house/gift shop/terrific thing to own. DH and I put in bead board ceilings - one piece at a time and custom fitting the cedar crown molding. Replaced every window in the building with those cool tilt out energy efficient windows and painted it historically correct red and a creamy almost yellow color. The front half bath was all red (why skimp on a good thing right?) I won't go through the whole 6 months - but we literally rebuilt the building trying to keep a charm of old with high energy efficiency and functionality.
THEN - reality came along and we found we weren't really being good stewards just using it as an office. So we moved our office into part of our workshop here at Buhlaland - and put the Rock House up for sale.

Today was the big day - closed on the property and the young man who bought it is moving in as I type. He and his girlfriend were pretty excited.
A little sadness about no longer owning our completely renovated little house ----
THEN some genuine gladness over the infusion of funds - as in money. First we'll pay ahead for a year for our Compassion sponsored kids then we pay off a little debt and THEN - well I'll do a Scarlett O'Hara on that one - I'll think about that tomorrow.
Just thought I'd share this with my bloggerities. If I don't see you before then - Have a safe and sane Independence Day celebration - ribs, ice cream, salad shared with some of our best friends - cannot get better for a holiday! It is so good on Buhlaland - you never know where the Lord is taking us but we know it is always better than anywhere we could have imagined.









7 comments:

Razor Family Farms said...

I love the ceilings! I adore board ceilings and really wish that we could do that in our living room. I think it would look so cozy and wonderful.

Sigh.

Maybe in our next house.

Sorry to vanish on everyone! Josh is home on two weeks of leave and we've been working on adoption paperwork with high hopes of becoming parents before the end of the year. Pray for us!

Blessings and Happy 4th!

Lacy

Kelsey said...

I adore those ceilings!

Farm Chick Paula said...

Awww, that is a little sad, Linda Sue.. When Hubby and I were first married, we lived in an older house in a little subdivision close to where my parents lived, and we really put a lot of time and money into renovating, remodeling, painting, etc. thinking we would be living there a long time... then after my mom passed away, we both knew we needed to get back to the country and out of the city as soon as possible. That's been several years ago, but I still feel a little sad when I see that house today- how much of ourselves went into working on it...and so many memories of our first years of married life...*sigh*

Pam said...

I feel your mixed emotions. It came out beautifully, and you put so much work into it. I'm sure the new folks are enjoying it. We put so much into our earthly homes, and yet, it is hard to imagine the mansions Jesus has created for us in heaven!

Dani said...

Cool ceilings, very cool...I love bead board...I feel your mixed feeling also but its nice to get out of debt and help your "kids"....
hope you have a great 4th too!

Rachel said...

that is such a lovely little home! you did well on your renovations.
cheers and happy 4th!!!!!

grammyof13 said...

I am intrigued with the bathroom. My daughter has a red claw leg bathtub, but used wall paper to camouflage. I love yours. I can imagine the twinge of pain when you knew for sure it was gone, with all the work, sweat, tears and antibiotics for memories!!

Doris