This weekend our church is having a Mission's Conference.
We're having one of the missionary family's stay
with us for the weekend.
I'm so looking forward to this.
As a child, the church we attended had alot of special things;
singing groups, visiting college students,
missionaries, guest speakers,
My Mom was always one of the first to sign up to
host these groups.
I remember sleeping in my sister's room and the
company got my room as I had bunk beds.
Often my sister and I would fall asleep, listening to our
parents chattering away with the company.
Or listening to the company talking in the
room next door.
Such great memories.
My Mom was such a true servant, giving of herself whole-heartedly
to make our guests feel totally at home. My father
was more of the entertainment committee- getting games
organized and talking the guest's ears off!
They were a perfect team and I saw our home being used
to entertain "strangers".
I have this week all scheduled out, each day doing a
big part of the cleaning.
Yesterday I painted the upstairs hall and downstairs hall.
Well, actually I started it and Brendan is finishing it for me today.
Today was the living room.
I washed the curtains, rehung them,
washed the walls and dusted everything.
Woodstoves create SO much dust.
I've wanted to do something to change it.
I cross stitched this when I was a senior in high school.
I saved up money and had it framed.
I'm not sure why, but I picked out a blue mat.
Blue is not my color. Some people love blue and that's
fine. I'm just not one of those people.
My room was pink at the time so I can't figure out why
I had her do blue.
My sister posted recently on her blog about painting
the mat. I actually thought of doing that the very
week she posted but was scared to do it
without seeing it done first. (We often do things like that,
I made pudding the same day she did! and we both posted
about it! I love having a sister who also a close friend).
So, I took the picture down and started to take it apart.
I was so nervous!
What if I ruined it?
Oh well, I did it. I figured what did I have to lose?
The mat needed three coats of paint.
I even had a coffee break with my fella.
He came home to grab the three oldest boys and then ran
After it the mat was dry, I put the stitchery back
onto the now clean glass.
It's back on the wall with a new look!
Thanks Tonya for the motivation!
"Be not forgetful to entertain strangers,
for thereby some have entertained angels