Three years ago I built a dream home inspired by a family I love. At the time, I believed the father and children were going through a difficult time. The completion of the house was an artistic expression of how I wanted them to feel. I wanted it to be peaceful, joyful and a place of refuge. But as I completed the first floor and all the furniture and art was in place, I knew that this house, although beautiful was not what the children needed. They needed the love and attention of their father surrounded by a home familiar to them. Although I placed furniture in the three extra bedrooms on the second floor, I left the artwork unhung, the rooms unfinished.
Last week I listed my house for sale with a contingent contract on a much smaller house on my street. This smaller house has a beautiful garden and a wine cellar in the basement and I felt God was answering my prayer to a closed door by opening a new one. It is a house in my favorite neighborhood that will serve me well as I age.
This morning I went to my first small Magis group of the year. The group comprises writers inspired by God. As we completed our free writing exercise based on a story of a king and a prophet that showed the king a closed door asking the king first before he opened it, "How far do you want to go?" As I moved through the exercise I thought about how far I wanted to go, the unfinished rooms in my home and the unhung artwork. I carefully chose the art in my home over many years with special meaning for me and the thought of parting with it hurts deeply. My favorite art piece which I have owned twenty-five years is of a little girl and her mother outside of Monet's home in his garden in Givenchy. Another painting is of dinner party from the 1800s titled the conversation, the woman listening intently across the table to the speaker who is left unseen. Another favorite of mine is a pastel painting of an arbor set in a garden on a hill in the country. Not all the artwork will fit the personality and space of the new home and I contemplated what I would let go, what I would store in the basement and what I would hang on the walls.
I had dreams of living on a mountain with beautiful views in God's garden with a family I loved. But like our prayers we have to trust that God will answer our dreams in his own time and way. My prayer is that I have the wisdom to let go of some of my art so I can let in new pictures and visions for my life.