Little girls don't grow up dreaming of their own office one day. At least this one didn't.
In college I was assigned to plan my "dream" classroom. After that project I decided it was a good thing I wasn't really planning on teaching because I couldn't afford it, ha.
But since starting a full time job, I've realized why people take time and effort to create an office space they enjoy. I spend more time in the fours walls of my little office than I do awake in my own apartment. During particular times of the year I'm out of it more than in it (summer IS coming), but I always come back to my office.
The decorating process has been just that: a process. Lots of things are mismatched at this point, but a couple of staples you'd find: a large white board, lamps, IKEA chairs, a massive bookcase and a window. How I ended up with a window I will NEVER know, but credit can probably be given to my great boss/pastor. Bottom line: I love my window.
My office. big whoop-ti-doo, right?
Well, here's the thing... its one of my favorite places.
Yes, there is probably 3 month old candy in a jar or bucket...
Yes, there are probably t-shirts in a pile leftover from an event...
Yes, there is probably another stack of supplies for the NEXT event...
Yes, I know there is popcorn on the floor...
Yes, I realize nothing matches and that there is construction work outside...
But its still a favorite place.
In a short time its become a place for sweet, meaningful conversations with friends. A place for laughs around Wednesday staff popcorn. A place for tears behind a closed door when unexpected news hits. A place to view and reflect on the art/cards/pictures made by, and of, my precious kiddos.
But mostly because it is an honest, safe place where I can go before my Father, and where encouragement can go back and forth across my desk.
Praying the Lord has given you a favorite place.
