Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Yes, I know that it has been ages since I've dedicated my free time to blogging about the restoration of our darling 1888 2-story dogtrot house. But so much has happened that I just didn't know where to begin. I was embarrassed, I suppose. The end of the twelve year marriage between my former restoration partner and I was difficult for me, not because I was heartbroken, but because I was AFRAID. I was afraid of being solely in charge of this restoration, even though I knew in my heart that I could handle it. But despite my desire to learn and complete this restoration, I wasn't comfortable with sharing my struggles on this blog. I couldn't step out on faith and just blog about the changes in our lives because I couldn't quite understand them enough to realize that ALL OF THE CHANGES were major improvements. I didn't know where to begin again with my online journal, so I just stopped and waited until I felt "right" about continuing a very public restoration.
I know where to begin now, though. And it feels oh-so-right.
A lot has happened since I booted my X out in January of 2013. Y'all look into the eyes of the gal in the photo attached to this post--it's me. I'm happy. VERY happy. I've learned to use saws and drills and crow bars and jacks and I've thrown my energy into creating a home that will not simply comfort us, but also others. You see, this house will one day become a Bed and Breakfast retreat that will help many people find the joy and peace that I have found. I've known that this would be our dogtrot's purpose for a very long time, but so many "coincidences" have happened lately that there is zero doubt in my mind that we are on a very special mission to heal wounds in the deep south. My spirit has grown exponentially. My confidence is at an all time high, and this house has come a long way. My children have grown like native plants beneath a southern sun. And now it's time to share our journey.
The house isn't finished yet, so know that there will be a gazillion posts coming soon about the restoration journey we're still undertaking. But first I must step back in time, back to the day that everything changed for us. The children & I have redefined our idea of the word "family." We have learned to be strong, even in our weakest moments. I joined the choir in the old church behind our dogtrot--the church with strong historical ties to the house--the church that was begun by slaves before the civil war--the church that accepted us just as we are and taught us to understand what FREEDOM truly feels like. And that's exactly where I am going to begin with my next post--I'll begin with the historic church that stands high upon a rocky hill just behind this dogtrot home and the little piece of history I found in the attic that made me walk through their doors one Sunday morning... this ain't a religion thaaaang. It's an inner peace thaaaang. It's a culture thaaaang. It's a revolution, so to speak. And it's an amazing story that I can't wait to share with all of you.
So until we meet again (and we'll do so very soon) HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY! I'm sending love, peace, and tons of light from THE HOUSE AT SUGAR CREEK to you.