Compulsive Writer says confession is good for the soul. Okay, here goes:
Hi, my name is wendy and I don't want to hang the big picture of Christ right smack in the middle of the living room wall.
What does it mean. Does it signify a reluctance to put Him at the center of my life? Am I on the slippery slope? Have I stepped off the straight and narrow? Lost hold of the iron rod?
I'm slow about hanging pictures, I admit. We have lived here for 4 months now, and I am just barely getting everything put together. Nathan was ready to hang pictures before the movers were finished unpacking the truck. But I needed a rug. And curtains. And the computer sitting on something other than a cardboard box before I could imagine pictures on the walls.
Now that I've finally got the couch where it belongs, the piano set right where it fits, and a clean rug tying it all together, I'm feeling a bit guilty about not putting the print of Christ over the piano. It's not that I don't like the picture. It's actually a very nice one, in a lovely frame, but I just don't want it to take over the living room.
I'm not sure if writing this out is making me feel better, but sitting here at the computer has given me a new view of the room. Hold on.
Okay, I hung up the picture near the front door. It looks nice, and not hidden in the corner, like I was considering. And I still have the wall above the piano and the wall above the couch for something else...6 botanical prints in 2 rows of three, or a picture of each of the kids at 3 years old, or...
Whew. Now if I could just decide what to do with the gold framed picture of the Oakland Temple....