Happy National Stay-At-Home Mother's Day! :)

There's something I've been meaning to tell you, but well, you won't believe it. You just will not believe it.

No you won't.

What is it? I am going to repaint my kitchen again. Third time in just over one year.

I warned you that you wouldn't believe it.

Yes, the green is just too dark. The sun shines in the kitchen only 2 (or so) hours each day and those times are glorious, bright and pretty. But the remaining 22 hours, well, it's like a cave in there--and who wants a cave-like kitchen? And the stripes I was painting? Shudder. I painted some more, they turned into a big stripey mess, and with the dripping paint brush in my hand I thought: I. Hate. Painting. Stripes.

Grace was not helping me paint those stripes. She sat in a different room shaking her head because painting stripes was Debra's idea and Debra's ideas nearly always lead to bad times, disasters and pity parties. Grace never suggested stripes in the first place--and deep down--I knew that.

So I stopped painting stripes. Of course, I could have forced myself to finish them, struggling and murmuring the whole way down the wall, for after all, God has given me free will and I can be stupid if I wish. But I'm no fool. I've learned to leave things alone if Grace has gone away (or if she never showed-up in the first place).

So here is what I'm thinking is Grace's idea for my kitchen. I believe she wants me to paint the top half (over the white tile) a similar autumn gold which I used in our dining room. I love that room. I make-up excuses to spend extra time in that room. So I'm thinking autumn-gold in the kitchen will finally, finally make me happy.

And if, truly, autumn-gold is Grace's choice, then all will be well in my kitchen, indeed. Finally.

Life rolls along more smoothly when I listen to Grace at the beginning of any project or relationship... and somedays I recall that better than others.