Seven Deadly Sins for Writers: #6 – Gluttony

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Some people eat to live. Some people live to eat. I’m a card-carrying member of the latter crowd. Yes, as I sit here with the seven extra pounds I packed on over the holidays I recently ate my way through, I have no doubt about which of these people I am.

My pastor recently said “Nothing tastes as good as being thin feels.” I believe that’s a good point. But has he met my life-long pal Deborah?

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I admit the thought of continuous consumption of every sweet treat I can get my taste buds on has its appeal. What also sounds appealing is fitting through the front door of my townhome.

Fortunately, I also enjoy exercise. This wasn’t always true. I remember a time in my life when I referred to that demon as the “e” word. Now, aerobics and I have buddied up, and I enjoy a good sweat-inducing workout and the physical benefits I reap from it.

The result is a fairly healthy balance of input and output. I don’t look like Denise Austin, but I can live with that. The time I devote to early-morning workouts keeps me healthy and balances out the occasional unhealthy snack or party-binge on junkfood. I think I do ok. Without the output though, I could see the scales tipping, so to speak.

The same goes for writing. I doubt I’ll get much argument from a statement about the unhealthiness of overeating. Gluttony is bad. Got it. Why should gluttonous consumption in the area of writing be any healthier? If we can see that gorging ourselves on every meaty morsel will not end well for us, we should be able to see the same application for our craft.

Writer’s Gluttony shows up in three forms. Stuffing. Starvation. Stagnation. Interwoven like the latticework of Mom’s apple pie, these three create a pattern of gluttony that will leave a bad taste in your life.

Stuffing

How many times have we been told to read, read, read? If you’re going to be a writer, you must first be a reader. Ok. We read. Then we are told we must study our craft, learn from the successful writers around us, and research our market. Ok. We study. We read articles. We listen to webinars. We join the ranks of followers reading Michael Hyatt’s tips. We get our hands on a copy of the most recent Writer’s Market. We set up camp at Barnes & Noble, perusing every title in our niche. We research our next topic until we’re blue in the face. We gobble up everything we can about writing. We spend every spare moment consuming all we can, from literary classics to the latest John Grisham. We stuff ourselves so full of knowledge and resources that success should ooze from us like the juices of a well-basted Thanksgiving turkey.
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The problem: Now our stomachs hurt. We are bloated beyond belief. We munched on tales and tips, consumed columns and critiques, and swallowed more self-help than we care to admit. And now we’re sick on it. Why? All we did was consume. We never exercised to balance out the consumption. All input. No output.

As we take in from other wordsmiths, we should spin out some yarns of our own. What that looks like will be different for every writer. Maybe you start a blog. Maybe you write the short story that’s been nibbling at your brain for eight months. Maybe you compose and send that query letter. Maybe you stop procrastinating and start producing. Whatever the step, you end the gluttony by getting into a healthier cycle of consumption and production.

This probably won’t be easy. A habit of eating is a lot easier to form than a habit of exercising. It’s work. Work can be hard (although enjoyable too.) Take this Saturday afternoon I am currently enjoying for example. The easier thing is to cozy myself up on the couch and devour a book. The harder thing is to crack open the laptop and bang out an article. I decided to devote a chunk of the day to exercising my own writing skills. My balance? While consuming a turkey sandwich and some cantaloupe around noon, I read a few pages of Stephen King’s On Writing.

Other deadly sins may try to jump in this battle. As you struggle to produce, gluttony’s pal fear may float to the surface. The key is to do it anyway. Keep putting things in and pouring things out. Lots of it. If it’s not all good, that’s ok. Think of it this way. If you vomit out enough stuff eventually you might discover something worth cleaning up and keeping.

The key is to break the cycle of gluttony. Stop cramming it all in your little notebook and start filling someone else’s.

With this last thought in mind, we can avoid gluttony’s second shape.

Starvation

If we are consumed with gluttony, we take, take, take. We are selfish. We never give. While we gobble up everything we can, we leave others starving.

We are busy meeting our needs (or what we think our needs are) and forget the hunger of others. Where would we be if the writers from whom we are consuming never gave? We need to put some morsels out there for others to sustain themselves. This could take the form of simply writing that book or blog, or pouring into someone on a more personal level. It is likely God has put something in you that no one else could give, based on your unique talents and experiences as a writer. Don’t deny the world of what you have to offer.

Maybe it’s helping a friend with a cover letter for a dream job. Maybe its composing a pro bono article for your church website or local nonprofit organization. Maybe it’s reading a book to a child, or teaching someone how to read. Maybe it’s offering to edit your neighbor’s book. Maybe it’s publishing a book that will have a great impact on its readers. The opportunities are endless. The point is to not be consumed with our own input and instead focus some time, talent, and energy on the input of others.

The formats vary, but the results are the same. We fight off gluttony in ourselves and fill others in the process. Starvation stopped.

As we produce in addition to consume, we not only avoid stuffing ourselves and prevent the starvation of others, we also avert gluttony’s third shape – stagnation.

Stagnation

Mosquitoes, malaria, and the mata mata turtle.

These thrive in stagnant water.

While I’ve come across many small cute turtles, and others so large they were awe-inspiring, the mata mata falls into neither of these categories. In fact, I have read (as part of my healthy consumption-production cycle) that South Americans call unattractive women mata matas. mata mata

My point? Stagnation produces some fairly ugly and unpleasant things, and gluttony produces stagnation.

If we don’t get away from gluttony and move toward a healthier pattern of production, we become stagnant in our writing. Never stretching ourselves to create something new, we only continue to pour into our puddle of knowledge, with no outlet to drain out some of our own thoughts. The result? The rain keeps adding ideas to our little pond but no one ever drinks from it. We find ourselves with a cess-pool of ideas that never flow anywhere. They arrive at stagnation station and stay there.

We need to create some drainage. Stir the waters. Create a culvert. Start pouring words out of our pond. Pour into others. Establish a flow of ideas. Write.

If we never do, we end up bloated and miserable, with a case of malaria, surrounded by mosquitoes and mata matas.

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Up next – Deadly Sin #7 – Greed – if I can spend enough of my unpaid time to write it.

Seven Deadly Sins for Writers #5 – Pride

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God opposes it. It comes before a fall.

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No, not that.

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Nope, not that either.

This.

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Pride goes before destruction,
    a haughty spirit before a fall.

This is the deadly sin that set us in opposition to God, reigns in our hearts, fills us with sin, and takes us over the cliff.

Pride can interfere and take us off track in every area of our lives. How does pride bring about the fall of a writer?

“I’m pretty smart. I can do this. I don’t  need their advice. They can’t help me. I couldn’t possibly learn something from them.”

“Why would I want feedback? I know what I should write, and I know how to write it. I don’t need anyone to review my work.”

“Just because they have two decades of experience doesn’t mean they know more than I do. I have fresh ideas and talent. They should be listening to me.”

“I shouldn’t have to go through all this work. Can’t they just accept my writing as the brilliance that it is and print it?”

“Ask for help? That’s ridiculous. Everyone is busy with their own stuff. I don’t want to be a bother.”

“Offer help? My time is too precious. They will figure it out or find someone else who has more time to spare.”

“Here is my plan. I am determined to carry it out. I don’t care what it takes. I don’t care what else God might have planned. I can do it, and I will.”

Perhaps some of these thoughts are exaggerated. Perhaps not much. Do any of them sound familiar? I must admit they do. They couldn’t have flowed from my fingertips here if they hadn’t crossed my mind at some point.

Since pride traces it’s roots all the way back to Lucifer, I doubt I’m the only one who has experienced these prideful ponderings.

We think we can do it on our own. We won’t listen, seek counsel, learn from others, or humble ourselves and ask for the help we won’t admit we need. For the perfectionistic pride-filled like me, it means not wanting to admit we couldn’t figure it out on our own, or that we tried and failed and now need help to get back on track. Or, we do only that which we feel is profitable for us. Time, effort, finances, editing skills – all are focused on our own agendas and never spent on others’ needs, for we are pridefully convinced we are somehow more important than others.  We make ourselves God. Such hubris.

Why can’t we simply admit our imperfections, our need for others, and our need for God? It is because we are standing on a mountain of pride, unaware we are teetering on the edge.

What can we do to step away from that ledge? How do we get off this prideful path? We have to head in a different direction, for a different location to set up residence.

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Humble yourselves before the Lord,
and he will lift you up. James 4:10

We can’t do it on our own. In fact, we can do nothing without the Lord. We may think we have it all together. Everything is perfectly in place, and we think we look stunning as we catapult blindly into the ravine.

It is when we are willing to admit we are imperfect, we don’t know everything, we aren’t capable of doing it all, and that we need God to do anything, that we have climbed down off that mountain and humbled ourselves before the Lord. It is when we can see others as not less important than us, but more. It is when we value them as we should.

Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves, not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others.
Philippians 2:3-4

As Jesus modeled:

In your relationships with one another, have the same mindset as Christ Jesus:
Who, being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God something to be used to his own advantage; rather, he made himself nothing by taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness. And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to death—even death on a cross!
Philippians 2:5-8

We know that we will be blessed when we follow this example.

God opposes the proud but shows favor to the humble. 1 Peter 5:5

He leads the humble in what is right, and teaches the humble his way. Psalm 25:9

For the Lord takes pleasure in his people; he adorns the humble with salvation. Psalm 149:4

When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with the humble is wisdom. Proverbs 11:2

How can we follow these commands, receive these blessings, and practice humility as writers?

  • Admit our need for the Lord in all things.
  • Acknowledge our need for others.
  • Put others before ourselves.
  • Pray for the following to be true of our hearts, as David prayed:

My heart is not proud, Lord,
    my eyes are not haughty;
I do not concern myself with great matters
    or things too wonderful for me.
But I have calmed and quieted myself,
    I am like a weaned child with its mother;
    like a weaned child I am content.

Israel, put your hope in the Lord
    both now and forevermore.

Psalm 131

As we place our hope in the Lord, as we quiet ourselves to humbly accept our child-like state of fragility and need, as we admit we do not and will never know all, as we model Christ’s love for others, we can put off pride and put on humility.

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Up next – Deadly Sin #6 – GLUTTONY – if I can stop eating long enough to write it.

 

 

Seven Deadly Sins for Writers: #4 – Lust

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I want it so bad I can taste it. I’m not sure exactly what getting a book published will taste like, but my dreams of that day are as sweet as chocolate, so I’m guessing something like a Milky Way.

The road there has not been rich, creamy, and smooth. It’s actually been more like a pile of nasty ‘shrooms covered in buttermilk, or like that stubborn bottle of ketchup that just won’t deliver ketchup
(despite the promise of the best things coming to those who wait.)

I have a collection of rejection letters, a sent box with too may emails which never received a reply, and a never-ending task list to check off, as I do the daunting amount of work it apparently takes to get that contract. No, those ingredients don’t taste like any candy bar I’ve ever enjoyed.

I’ve imagined the phone call, the email, the letter, the news, when a publisher actually says “yes!” in myriad variations. They all include fairly loud, joyous noises from me, a bit of dancing for my feet, and a Cheshire Cat expression on my face. jumping cat

While some of this my be accurate, based on past experience with my imaginings of other events, I am pretty sure it will turn out to be almost nothing like I envision.

I don’t think that’s the important thing though. The aspect to focus on is for my dreaming not to become my every thing. A desire so strong can easily consume us, dominate our thinking, overtake our minds, consume our time, our passion, until we are left lusting after something our hearts want so much there is no room left for anything else. Wanting this above all, we are not open to God’s plan, his timing, or his will. We become blind to all other things. We can miss out on other, maybe even better opportunities God has for us. It can become a lust, that, left unquenched and unchecked, makes us impossible to please, forever feeling unsatisfied, and completely off track from the path God would have us walk.

Letting lust lead us will take us nowhere good.

Instead, we can guard our hearts and minds as we pursue our passions. If it’s a healthy desire, like I believe my own to publish is, we can surrender it to God, remaining in frequent (maybe nearly constant?) prayer about it.

Part of that prayer will need to be: “Lord, if this is what you would have for me, help it happen. If you have other plans for me, help me accept that and praise you wherever this path leads. Satisfy me with your unfailing love. Help me to be fulfilled in you, even as I pursue the passions I believe you have laid on my heart.”

As I pray this and similar prayers, I sincerely hope to accept whatever God has for me on this writer’s path. He is already teaching me on this journey, and using it to help me grow. I suppose it’s possible that this journey is the destination, and not a book contract (or two, or three, or…) Right now, I hope that the path includes seeing my books on the shelves at Barnes and Noble, the Christian Bookstore, and the local library. That would be amazingly awesome! My mouth is watering just typing about it. Where’s the danger? – in letting that drooling get out of control, until I’m a slobbering mess, lost in the deadly sin of writer’s lust.

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Up next – Deadly Sin #5 – PRIDE – if I’m humble enough to write it.

‘Twas the night before Christmas

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‘Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring,
except for one mouse.

The stockings were hungLiv rm drawing
by the chimney with care,
in hopes that in the morning,
lots of toys would be there.

We children weren’t nestled,
all snug in our beds,
we were downstairs awaiting,
for that big man in red.

And I in my p.j.’s,
and Steph in Mom’s lap,
had just settled down
for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn,
there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch,
to see what was the matter.

Away to the window,
I flew like a flash,
tore open the curtains,
and threw up the sash.

The street light out on the breast
of the new-fallen snow,
gave a luster of mid day
to objects below.trees and field2

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but some family and friends,
come to visit this year.

With a clunk and a honk,
they pulled up the drive,
and I knew our company
had arrived.

With packages and gifts,
and goodies they came,
and I waved to them,
not remembering all names.

Hello uncle, hi aunt,
hey cousin, and friend,
hi neighbor, hello,
hey Grammie, come in!

To the top of the porch,
and into the hall,
“Hello everybody!,
nice to see you all!”

As eskimos out in the
cold and white snow,
they gathered ’round the fireplace,
to warm up their toe.

We sat there and talked,
as their bodies warmed,
and around that hot fire,
those people did swarm.

And through all the laughing,
I still could hear,
the crackling of the fire,
that I was sitting near.

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As I twisted my head,
and was turning around,
I saw my dad standing there,
not making a sound.

He was dressed in his robe,
from his neck to his knees,
and below his old robe,
you could see his footsies.

A bundle of presents
he had in a sack.
He gave one to all of us,
and received some back.

He eyes – how they twinkled!
His dimples – how merry!
His cheeks were like roses,
his nose like a cherry!

His mouth was spread out,
in a great big smile,
and he laughed, and laughed,
all the while.

A partial cigarette,
he held tight in his hand,
and the smoke, it encircled
his head like a band.

He had a broad face,
and a small round belly,
that shook when he laughed,
like a bowl fully of jelly.

He was funny and tall,
a right jolly old elf,
and I laughed when I saw him,
in spite of myself.

A stretch of his arms,
and a yawn from his head,
soon gave me to know
he was ready for bed.

He sat down on the couch, though,
and joined in on the talk,
and we sat there until
one or two o’clock.

And then it was time
for folks to go home,
so out the door,
they all did roam.

Into their cars,
they all took a seat,
and pulled out of the drive,
and into the street.

But I heard them exclaim,
as they drove out of sight,
“Merry Christmas, y’all,
and to you a good night!”

 

Kerry Nenn (Jones)
December 1989

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Holly or Holy?

I originally posted this Christmas 2011, but thought I needed a reminder, so I am sharing it again.
Thanks for visiting me at NennPen. Have a blessed and merry Christmas!
-Kerry

 

This season, will I…

be surrounded by presents
or be surrounded by His presence?

have childlike wonder at the magic of Christmas
or wonder at the child – the meaning of Christmas?

watch a Christmas movie
or watch Christmas move me?

see snow fall
or His kingdom reign?

take my wishes to Father Christmas
or my prayers to the Heavenly Father?

sit by the crackling fire
or have a Holy Fire within me?

shop ’til I drop
or drop everything for Him?

enjoy a sleigh ride
or remember Jesus slain?

sing Christmas carols at people
or actually be caring for people?

have a piece of pie, good desserts
or know peace on earth, good will to men?

sit in awe of the Christmas tree
or stand in awe of Calvary’s tree?

wish all a Merry Christmas
or think of Mary’s Christmas?

hang beautiful lights,
or see the light of the world?

manage my time
or spend time at the manger?

attach a bow
or bow my knee?

Such an amazing gift,
this season, this reason.

This Christmas, Lord,
may I be wrapped up in you.

Whatcha doin’ in heaven today?

Are you sitting on the front steps
of a house with many rooms?
Singing Swaggart’s songs,
all his melodies of old?
Plucking on a guitar
that’s never out of tune? 

Maybe you’re driving a classic car
up and down heaven’s golden strip.
One that never needs repairs
since everything
is always new. 

Do you drink ice cold Pepsi every day?
Enjoy Little Debbies unending?
Taste pineapple upside down cake
any time you want?
Are you munching
on these snacks
with a brand new set
of pearly whites? 

Are you discussing his writing
over cups of coffee with Paul?
Or swapping stories ‘bout your kids
with Isaac and Noah?
Maybe you’re sympathizing
with Joseph,
as one of twelve yourself,
sharing tales of hand-me-downs,
family matters, and sibling woes. 

Are you gathered ‘round the throne,
praising like you never have before,
in church every single day,
when you’d never go on earth?
Standing next to people
from every tribe and nation? 

Are you basking in Sonshine,
where it’s never cold,
never windy,
never raining?
In a place full of warmth,
and radiant colors
unimaginable?
A paradise beyond
your wildest Lotto dreams? 

Are you checking in
on us down here?
Are you allowed
to see the ones you left behind?
Can you read the words I write?
See your newborn grandson
smile at you? 

I’m not too sure
of all the details of heaven.
My Father hasn’t
told me those.
But I bet you quit smoking,
and swear a little less.
It probably helps
that you don’t have to
fix a broken something every day. 

I do know
whatever you’ve been doing,
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t’s no comparison to here.
So I may cry the tears
you don’t in heaven,
as I miss you in this moment,
but I’ll also smile
as I know you must be.
All pain and sorrow gone,
all suffering done. 

Just time unending with the Lord.
You’re better off,
you’re truly home,
whatever you’re doing in heaven today. 

for Edward Lee Jones 11/14/43-5/19/10

 

Seven Deadly Sins for Writers: #3 – Envy

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Osteoporosis and emerald iris pigmentation.

These are the conditions that await me if I embrace this third Deadly Sin for Writers.

A tranquil heart gives life to the flesh, but envy makes the bones rot. Proverbs 14:30

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey’d monster, which doth mock the meat it feeds on. – Shakespeare’s Othello

It’s not that I welcome this trait into my repertoire, but it can easily move in and take up residence in my heart if I’m not careful. At first, it’s a simple desire for something. “It would be so exciting to be a published author!” Then, it’s something I see other people attain. “She got published. Good for her.” Lastly, it becomes a bitter root of jealousy that I don’t have what they have. “Why should she be published? I’m just as good. Better even! I want her success, her life, her connections. And I want it NOW!” At this point envy takes over and consumes. As we are gobbled up by this monster, all proper perspective of the blessings God has bestowed on us is lost, and we are left gazing on others with longing for what’s on their side of the fence.

This battle is certainly not new with me, you, or the New York Times Best Seller authors. Cain and Abel were the first to demonstrate how deadly this sin can be. Fast forward from fruit and fat offerings to possessions, popularity, or publications, and we find ourselves still fighting the same green-eyed ghoul.green eyed monster

While I’ve read that green eyes are rather rare and considered very attractive, I don’t believe the view through them is as alluring. We see a world of things we want and can’t have. We see people who have the things we want. We see ourselves as deprived, get distressed over what others have, and become depressed as our envy sucks away the joy we could otherwise know.

Travel down this road far enough, and our actions can spiral out of control.

For where jealousy and selfish ambition exist, there will be disorder and every vile practice. James 3:16

I’m a bit more passive aggressive than Cain. This means, while my sister does not need to fear for her life, a friend who gets her name in print might be in danger of my unjustified judgment, “What’s so great about her writing?” Or, she may experience a lack of enthusiasm that I should have for her success but simply can’t muster because I’m too wrapped up in “What about me?” My envy may manifest as frustration, “I’ve been trying for years and a book deal just lands in his lap? How is that right?” Or, my jealousy that another writer has produced more than me will encourage negative thoughts about myself. “Look what he accomplished this week. Why can’t I do that? I’m a failure.”

Why is it disturbing to see others receive what we want? Why can’t we be happy for them instead of jealous? A few words come to mind: pride, insecurity, competitiveness, fear, comparison, discontentment, lies. These swarm around us and through us until we are enveloped in envy. Never content with what we have, we constantly look to what others possess. The good news is we don’t have to surrender to this swarm. There are truths we can remind ourselves of that will lose the lies and snuff the sin.

♦ If someone else experiences success, it doesn’t mean I’m not a good writer too.
I am so quick to come down hard on myself if I see another writer craft an incredible piece. I begin to entertain such thoughts as “I could never write something like that.” “What I have to offer doesn’t compare to what others can do.” “I will never get published.” Lies. The truth: Their ability does not diminish mine.

 ♦ If someone else gets published, it doesn’t mean I can’t get published too.
They didn’t just take the last slot, print the last paper, fill the very last shelf. God’s world of blessings and uses for us is greater than I can imagine. There’s room for both of us. We are not sharing some small slice of pie with a worry there might not be enough to go around. That other writer did not take the last piece. The world of writing is a growing library, not a consumable dessert. Like the sweet analogy? Here’s another: I don’t have to worry if another writer gets her hand in the cookie jar before me. God just keeps baking more cookies.

♦ If someone else has a life that I envy, I can trust that God has my life in His hands.
He will provide for me – where I am, what I need, what is best for me – which may look different than someone else’s path, blessings, abilities, and results. I don’t need to worry about what others have, or seem to have. God has me. God loves me. His love for me is not diminished by His love for envy poisonothers. It’s ok – celebrate with them, rejoice for them, knowing we are only adding to our joy by doing so, rather than removing joy with jealousy.

♦ If someone else seems to have more than me, I can look at myself as God sees me.
Forgiven beloved, Hidden in Christ, Made in the image of the Giver of Life, Righteous and holy, Reborn and remade, Accepted and worthy, this is our new name. – Jason Gray’s I Am New. In Christ, we lack nothing. There is no need to be concerned we are lacking anything, that we are being cheated, short-changed, or slighted, that some other wordsmith is smithing more words than we are. We are whole. We are His child. This is how He sees us. This can fill us to the brim to allow no room for envy. We can shake it off as we put on our identity in the Lord.

We can lose Jealous as we choose Jesus.

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Up next – Deadly Sin #4 – LUST – if my desire is strong enough to write it.

 

Garage Makeover

Go ahead, call me crazy. Who makes over their garage, right? I won’t argue my sanity, but I did discover if you Google “garage makeover,” you will find some pretty intensive projects that are actually way more involved than mine. So, I feel a little better about my reaction when my husband suggested we spruce up our garage a bit. What he meant by that was slap on a fresh coat of white paint to brighten and clean the dingy walls and replace the dilapidated cardboard boxes that have housed our Christmas decorations for 15 years with some sturdier totes. Good ideas, but…my response was: Ok, I’m fine with the idea of fixing up the garage, but, if we are going to go to the trouble of painting, let’s add some color! And, if we are going to reorganize the storage section, let’s do it right! In short, I said we should give our garage some personality – our personalities.

Being intense game geeks (the board and card kind, not the electronic kind) we decided to extend the gaming theme that permeates much of our house to include the garage. I had quite a few ideas for how to do this, and had a tough time deciding, but finally chose cards and dice. These are the basic building blocks of gaming, after all. This meant white, red, and black for the colors, and dice and card décor for finishing touches.

Following is the step by step transformation.

Step 1:
Repaint the ceiling and top half of the walls white.
It was really nice to use the same paint on the walls and ceiling to avoid worrying about spillover at the edges.
We put small pieces of painters tape at 42″ from the floor around the room, to mark where we could stop painting. (No use wasting time and resources on the part that wasn’t going to be white!)

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Step 2:
Add some color.
We marked 36″ up from the floor to show where the next color would stop (roughly – no hard line was needed, just a general stopping point to overlap where the third color, our black stripe, would start.) I was excited to be adding a splash of color to the garage, and red was definitely going to be more fun than the previously boring all-white. Playing card red is a pretty rich color, so it took two coats, but it was worth it.

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We let that dry for a couple of days or so, then…

Step 3:
Paint a black stripe.
I looked up YouTube videos beforehand on how to paint stripes, and I asked friends for tips. I discovered everything from laser levels, to Frog Tape, to “measure with a friend” solutions. We decided to simply measure, tape, use a level to check the tape, then adjust as needed. (And it was needed…a lot.) This part of the process was, let’s say, less than fun. I have no desire to ever paint a stripe again. Although, I do think it was worth the effort in the end. We taped off the six-inch section between the white and red, carefully pressing down the tape edges with a putty knife to ensure no paint got under the tape. Another tip I found and used was to roll the paint horizontally rather than vertically, so paint is less likely to get pushed under the tape.

This is the part I was most nervous about. If the stripe ended up less than straight, due to measuring or taping poorly, or paint got under the tape and the edges weren’t sharp but lumpy bumpy splotchy messes, my OCD would simply not be able to handle it.

Praise the Lord, it turned out ok. We painted the six-inch black stripe all the way around the room, and I really like the results. A couple of imperfections after the tape was removed were easily touched up, and the line looks straight to me!

stripe

Step 4:
Create an organized and fun system out of the old ugly boxes that held our seasonal decorations.
To stay with the theme, we needed black and red storage totes. A search online yielded several results, with the best sizes for our needs and the best prices coming from Walmart.com. It was a bit of a math project to order the right combination of totes to fit on the existing garage shelving, and get the sizes we needed for our stuff, too. Adding to the challenge was the fact that the totes came in sets, not individual bins. We ended up with two sizes, large and small.

Here’s what we wanted to replace and no longer gaze upon:

shelves before

Step 5:
Organize the contents of the new totes.
After loading up the new bins with the freshly sorted and organized decorations, I went about making labels for the totes. (I don’t want to have to peak inside all of them to find the one item I need, do I?)

We bought 3 1/3″ x 4″ packing labels, and I used a card-theme border I found online to design the stickers. (I searched for “playing card border” and got plenty of results to choose from.) Armed with my list of tote contents and an Avery template in Word, I printed up the labels.

toes tote label

Step 6:
Wall decals.
Meanwhile…back at the beginning phase of the project, I consulted with a friend to help me design my other brainstorm for the makeover: His and Hers decals for the walls in front of each of our cars. Of course, just plain text “His” and “Hers” wouldn’t do. I wanted to incorporate the theme. I envisioned how I wanted to use dice in each of the words, found a font I liked, but had trouble finding the right clip art and getting it sized properly for printing, so asked a design-savvy friend for help. I think she did a fabulous job! I uploaded the PDF she created for me to http://www.walldecalworld.com and ordered 24″ prints. They turned out great!

his

hers

Step 7:
The final touches.
We splurged and spent $4.00 on a new cheap mini blind for the window. The dingy old one of the same cost would have required more than $4.00 in labor to clean it up, so I think this was worth the investment.
The door into the house usually had a seasonal decoration hung on it to welcome us in. Now, however, this would be part of the new look too. A pair of fuzzy dice seemed very appropriate for the garage. Done.
Of course I couldn’t simply put back the boring white switch and outlet covers that were there before. Another online search, and I had fun covers on their way. (Tip – be sure you actually look at the outlet to check what shape it is before ordering an outlet cover. Standard two-hole ones won’t fit if it’s a GFI oulet – oops! I’m glad that company does easy exchanges.)

blinds and shovels      plate covers

Step 8:
Take pictures of the completed project and write a blog post sharing the experience. 🙂

I am excited to now have a fun and inviting space to welcome me home!

before door

his hers wall

shelves before

shelves

 

Quenched

water glass2

I must have been munching on some chips earlier that day, or perhaps one of my all-time favs, the french fry. Whatever the reason, I was suddenly overcome by thirst. One second I was contentedly walking through my house, the next I was quickly headed for the sink to satiate this powerful need that had unexpectedly engulfed me.

My first thought: “I’m so thirsty!” was immediately followed by a second:

“I thirst.”

These two words from John 19:28 echoed through my mind, resounded in my heart, and stopped me in my tracks.

Jesus said this. Jesus felt this. Jesus was thirsty.

“I thirst.”

The creator of the universe. A perfect Holy one. He who commands all things and has everything under his feet. He who is capable of anything. That he would endure such a human discomfort, such a yearning for satisfaction, such a base need, pierced me like never before. Such a simple need, but so torturous if not met. This one seemingly small part of his anguish hit me with such force that I was compelled to drop to my knees right then and there and simply thank the Lord for his love for me. It was knowing that it was by choice that he thirsted, that he endured this human need, for me, that drove me to my knees and kept me there a while. Jesus thirsted. For me. His suffering was to pay for my sins, to pave the way for me to know God, to make it possible for me to be fulfilled by Him. It was through His thirst that I can draw to Him and from Him. His sacrifice makes possible my relationship with my creator and savior. He bridged the gap that was otherwise uncrossable. He became my satisfier, the one way, truth, and life that can quench the longing in my soul. In that moment, a truth filled my spirit:

Jesus thirsted for me, so that I could thirst for Him.

Thank you, Lord, for creating in me a thirst that only you can satisfy, a thirst that you satisfy with yourself. 

 On the last and greatest day of the festival, Jesus stood and said in a loud voice, “Let anyone who is thirsty come to me and drink. Whoever believes in me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them.” John 7:37-38