Every Storm Runs Out of Rain

I remember starting this painting, though I couldn’t have told you the date until today.

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I knew what I wanted to do for my sister-in-law. Her dad was diagnosed with cancer. She loves Gary Allan and when I watched this the video for Every Storm Runs Out of Rain and saw this image and I knew.

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The canvas was huge. 36″ x 48″ and I wasn’t sure I could pull it off. I prayed I could because it was so very important to me to be able to offer my prayers this way. I worked on it for months. Slowly. I don’t know that I’ve ever been more intimated by a painting, yet I knew in my soul I had to do it.

I started it exactly one year ago tonight. March 7, 2013.

I finished it on January 6, 2014.

On January 6, Missy called to tell me her mom was going to talk to the nurses about taking her dad off of life support. I got off the phone with her, poured a fresh glass of wine and went to work. There was another blizzard in Northwest Indiana and my brother was out plowing. I was texting him pictures of my progress. Waiting to hear anything about Missy’s dad. I put the song on repeat and just worked. I sent my brother a picture of the words I’d painted on. He thought they were too big. So did I. I took them off and made them smaller and I liked it. I thought it was finished, so I took another picture and typed my message to my brother, but as I was moving my finger to the send button, Johnny called me. I answered it all chipper, “Hey! I was just texting you! The painting is finished.”

He was bawling.

And I broke down.

His father-in-law was gone.

The realization that he was taking his last breaths as I was making the last brushstrokes overtook me.

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I shared the picture on Facebook for my brother and sister-in-law. I said, “For my sister-in-law.” A friend who had no clue what had happened said, “Breathtaking.”

My brother responded, “You have no idea.”

And I lost it.

I was completely undone.

I tried to get to Indiana the next day to be with Missy. But–winter of 2014, she had another tantrum. Another blizzard. Impassible roads. I couldn’t get there until the next day, which happened to be sixth anniversary of my best friend’s death.

So much pain and death.

but Every Storm Runs Out of Rain

Right?

I finally got there. I felt pretty useless, but I tried. Then I went back to a month later for the memorial service. Another blizzard.

And another death.

One of my brother and sister-in-law’s best friends died the morning of the memorial service. Mike was a long-time friend of ours, as well. One of the most spiritual men I’ve ever met. He engaged in deep conversation from the minute he looked in your eyes. He knew so much more than was possible.

So much death and pain.

And today, just over a month after his passing, today is Mike’s birthday. March 7. One year ago today, I started the painting for Missy. I finished it as her dad was taking his last breaths. Mike died the morning of the memorial service. And I started the painting one year ago on his birthday.

I don’t even know how to begin processing this.

 

Tackle it Tuesday–Hanging Stuff

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This week. I hung things up. Alright. Phil hung things up. But I stood nearby handing him screws, drills, levels, and pencils. So I helped. And I told him where to put things.
I don’t have before pictures this week. Mostly because pictures of blank walls would be, well, stupid.

Stuff on the downstairs powder room walls.

A hook with no lantern.
A mirror and a sign in the hall. Phil promptly informed me that now he has to stare at his crotch every time he walks down the hall.
I bought a frame that’s too small for the photo I intended for it because I have no brain.

Bought the right sized frame for this one, but couldn’t figure out a wall to put it on.
Coffee for the kitchen.
Sunflowers. Because I live in the Sunflower house.
More downstairs powder room stuff. That wrapped canvas? Compliments of ZaZa Gallery. (Blog coming soon about the awesomeness of it!) I need 3 more for the powder room and more for other rooms.

Inspiration for the hallway. Other than Phil’s crotch in the mirror.

Reminder for the dining room. Because I forget and argue.
Reminder in the living room. Because God is unbelievable and He makes me work really hard. And I still have a hard time believing Him.

I did not take down my cute little jack-o-lanterns.
And I made Pineapple Pork.

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Tackle It Tuesday–$4 Garage Sale Table!

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I’d been looking for a craft table, figuring I’d spend $20 or so.
I stopped at my brother’s house to visit one morning and when I left, I found this gem just a few houses down. (I called and made him come get it for me!)

The best part? It was only $4.00!!
Then Phil took me to Menard’s and I picked out the paint.
And he transformed it into the most awesome craft table ever!
And it even matches the room!

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Tackle It Tuesday–Surprise Under the Floor

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It was supposed to be an easy job. Rip up the carpet, lay the new oak laminate floor. Done in four or five hours.

Uh huh.

Sure.

“Honey, does it look like the floor’s bowing there by the window? Where’s your level?”

“Yep, it’s bowed alright. I bet I can just take up that top sheet and replace it.”

Uh huh.

Sure.

This is Phil showing Sam, our friend building the dormers, what we found under the floor.

This. This is what we found. Termite damage that the previous owner just left. Freaking left! Well, maybe he “tried” to fix it but it’s quite obvious he is a moron of the highest order! Keep scrolling down.
Yeah. This is NOT how you sister up the boards. I keep staring at Phil’s cute bum, but look at the THREE different pieces of wood there that were somehow supposed to support the floor joist.

See those new boards, the one my wonderful husband installed? They go from good wood to good wood. THAT’S the right way. (Or in this case, from good wood to wall!)

Patches is supervising.

There’s Phil under the floor. And Patches making sure he does it right.

So this moron guy who used to own the house also used shims to level the floor and used scrap wood as cross members. Lord help us.

Oh and wait!! I forgot, they used tar paper under the multiple layers of linoleum.

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Tackle It Tuesday–more remodeling

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Are you sick of the construction photos yet? You should be. I am.

I’m trying to be happy about all this change, but it’s tiring and I’m so done with the packing thing. Then there’s the banging upstairs and the cold and the dirt. Plus, I can’t go braless when people are here. That’s probably why I’m cranky.

So we’re at the point where it really doesn’t look like much has happened. But it has. There’s shingles on the outside. There’s a window in place. The wiring’s done. The yucky red carpet is gone. That’s the upstairs.

The bathroom downstairs is gutted and rewired and framed up and ready for the old tub and sink to be yanked out. We have to get the new shower, sink, and toilet upstairs working before we can do that though.

Hole in the roof.
Framed up

Yeah! A window!
View from new bathroom window
Boarded up and no more carpet!
Phil ran all the electricity!
So close yet so far from finished

And…the downstairs bathroom.
Trashed.

Of course, none of that is my work. I’ve been stuck in packing hell.

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