I’m guilty of breaking the 10th commandment: You shall not covet thy neighbor’s goods.
And I find the Christmas season only emphasizes my sin.
Allow me to explain. While sometimes I like my coworker’s scarf or my landlord’s dog and wish I had one for myself. This commandment is my nemesis in the home décor category. And it causes me to fall into a whole plethora of other offenses of the soul.
I have a quiet day job, it allows me to follow several blogs and websites (oh Pinterest), many of which specialize in home décor ideas and feature many beautiful homes. I think they are so fabulous; I admire the craftiness and the talent of so many of these women (and men). Their houses are perfect and their décor breathtaking. And mine isn’t.
Our home (apartment) is the nicest thing we could afford on our budget and while it has character; it doesn’t have a fireplace or mantle, the walls are white and the landscaping leaves a bit to be desired. I do like to decorate and do what I can with the resources I have (space, finances etc) but I find myself so jealous of the décor I see featured online and in magazines.
Not only do I get jealous but I begin to feel inadequate. I begin to look at our home and feel that I’m failing as housekeeper, decorator, wife and woman. For some reason, my self-worth has become attached to my ability to make my surroundings nice and my home presentable. If I don’t have a stylish mantle, modern kitchen décor or perfectly decorated Christmas tree then I feel as if I’ve failed and I’m unhappy.
And that’s certainly not where my happiness should lie. I know that my home is a place of comfort, a safe place from the world, a place where family is nurtured, meals are shared, faith is grown and relationships built. It’s not meant to be full of expensive things that only serve to impress my friends and make me feel accomplished in the eyes of Better Homes and Gardens.
My worth as a “housekeeper”, wife, woman and someday mother is not associated with the state of my home but instead with the state of my heart and my soul. Christmas garland doesn’t make a Christmas home. Celebration of the birth of Christ makes a Christmas home. Joy and love and a house full of happy children (someday) will my make my home the envy of my neighbor’s not the perfectly arranged gallery of photos.
So to all the blogs I just removed from my Feedly list: your homes are beautiful, your talent impressive and I find no fault in the décor of your home, but it’s not for me and you are just too much of a temptation for me. I want my home to be a place where I am content and adequate; where I’m not comparing it to Pinterest and the latest Christmas décor in a magazine; where people are comfortable to spill their drink on my floor and curl up on my couch; where kids can run around without fear of knocking over something precious and where Christ is the center.
In our home I want our faith, our love and our smiles to be the ultimate décor.
I thought this tied into Haley's Advent Unplugged so I linked up!