Look Up!

(All nature photo credits go to Liberty Reidt)

Disappointment and sorrow sneak into our lives at times and take us by surprise.  Over the year I have had multiple conversations with dear friends that are on the cusp or in the midst of situations that are “uncomfortable” or should I say “down right painful!”  I know these times well, as I wonder in and out of these days, I whisper a prayer; “Is THIS part of your plan, the way I feel at this moment? THIS does not feel like you.”  Friends and family have shared their deep thoughts, things like: fear of the approaching empty nest, or the unknowns of if their kids are REALLY going to grow up to be profitable members of society that serve others and God, or the financial situation that seems insurmountable, or could it be that relationship that always seems to be strained, and unrepairable, or the unsettling heart wrenching decisions being made due to the terminal illness of a loved one?  It’s these melancholy thoughts or realities that keep many of us awake at night.  And it’s in these moments we must learn to take the necessary time to recognize the pain, to grieve, cry, process, and then look up. Yep, look up.

I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth. Psalm 121:1-2

No, our help does not “come” from the mountains, it comes from the Lord.  Yet looking up and seeing his masterful creation reminds us of His greatness.  It puts perspective back into sight.  Living in the Idaho Mountains, gives me the opportunity to hit the trail, when I feel downcast.

Why, my soul, are you downcast?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God. Psalm 42:11

I am always amazed at just the simple fact of getting up and going out into nature that refocuses me on His ability in my seemingly inability to climb out of despair.  If you are downcast in spirit, look up and let His creation return praise to your heart.

 

  

I write this because I need the reminder.  I am feeling a bit melancholy today.  I have dear loved ones that are riddled with huge life changes due to illness.  And paling in comparison to that, we have hit the four year mark of work on this big lodge.  We are weary. We are very close to being done with phase two, but phase three (the basement) follows close on it’s heels.

As I shift my eyes upward I remember we have also benchmarked some important and joyful family dates this summer.  Our youngest, Liberty, is entering high school and our oldest son, Brent is newly engaged to an incredible precious Bobbi Jean.

 

And, while reveling in how quickly time passes, It dawns in me I’ve been married to my high school sweetheart for 26 years!  This in itself makes me reflect upon so many memories.

Life seems so short lately. Sometimes it’s hard to come to grip with the station we are moving into in life.  My new found prayer is, “Lord, may I live life with gusto, and really live!”  I don’t want the melancholy days to suck the morrow out of me.  I want to live and breath the beautiful that He surrounds me with.  The precious friends and family, the glistening sunset, the quietness and stillness of a summer evening.  So it is with this whispered prayer that I leave you to see what Idaho beauty Liberty has captured on camera this summer (all pictured in the text above), as well as some pics of our newest accomplishments on The Lodge.   Jared has definitely transitioned this big empty Styrofoam concrete house into something so very gorgeous.  Enjoy the views!

Landscaping still needs to be done, but other than that, the exterior is shaping up nicely.


The trellis popped up in just a couple days.


Wilson finished the rocks around the trellis.


Max stained all of the deck and trellis boards

Preparations for winter are in full swing. Wilson and Max splitting and chopping firewood. By the time of this writing we have a full wood shed!


If you look just past the frisbee golf goal, Jared got a new toy. He spends his evenings laying gravel on the driveway, burying the water tanks or anything else he can find to dig or shove around.

As for me, I have kept busy discussing with the county future business plans for the Lodge and updating and overseeing the rental of the carriage house (formerly called the loft).   The Carriage House VRBO.  And uh… lots of project planning and cleaning. 😉

Now for Jared and the boys’ indoor accomplishments, namely, the master bathroom and pool…

 

Jared completed the master bathroom in April. It turned out lovely.

 

Yet another labor of love, Jared wainscoting our master bath.


Wilson and Max removing the basketball court floor, in preparation for the pool.


The hoop is coming down.


Jared plastering the pool walls


Waterline tile is in place and the paster is going up.


Asher helped out a bit this spring when he first returned from GCU. He plans to pick up his studies in the fall at NIC.


Pool room clean up day. Libs cousins, lucie and Zoe, helped repaint the room and scrub the concrete floor.


Pool complete! Now to get dehumidifier and solor heater working.


Jump on in!

Just last week the guys began framing the remainder of the basement.  Here we go into phase III of The Wolf Lodge project!

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Blessed

Boxes are unpacked, schooling is sailing right along, soccer season has ended, and the snow has begun to fall. I am mindful of Thanksgiving creeping around the corner and it makes me think of the term blessed and it’s rich meaning. Today I am pondering a few of the synonyms that highlight to word best: granted, favoured, contented, merry, sanctified, refreshed, delightful. I often end my emails not with “sincerely,” but just the word, “blessings.” I do this because I genuinely desire my loved ones to be blessed, or in other words, sanctified, refreshed, and content. I know through life, sometimes blessing is masked behind the busyness or just the mundaneness of daily life. It is especially at these moments I should stop and again reflect on the beautiful, yet impacting definition of blessed from Webster’s 1828 dictionary.
BLESS’ED, Happy; prosperous in worldly affairs; enjoying spiritual happiness and the favor of God; enjoying heavenly felicity.
Isn’t it interesting how being atoned for and happy go hand in hand. So my thanksgiving greeting to you, walk in the blessing that is so beautifully yours given by our precious Savior, because it is only there that one can truly be happy.

For the curious…I’ve attached a few pictures of our loft.

Yay, A kitchen!  The basement makeshift kitchen just doesn't compare.  A little bit more on the floors.  These are dyed with Ameripolish acetone based dye and seal.  They are carmel and highlighted with walnut.  I am sorry to be so detailed, but when I was looking for the right stain color, it was very difficult to find pictures with detailed info, so thus, all the info.

Yay, A kitchen! The basement makeshift kitchen just doesn’t compare. A little bit more on the floors. These are dyed with Ameripolish acetone based dye and seal. They are carmel and highlighted with walnut. I am sorry to be so detailed, but when I was looking for the right stain color, it was very difficult to find pictures with detailed info, so thus, all the info.

Libby and Max send their love from our tv room.

Libby and Max send their love from our tv room.

The barn doors enter into a den, but it is currently being used as Asher's room. To the right you will see the door going into Wilson's room.

The barn doors enter into a den, but it is currently being used as Asher’s room. To the right you will see the door going into Wilson’s room.

The boys bathroom was outfitted on my last trip to Bothell on an outing to IKEA.  Yes, that is the closest IKEA to Coeur D Alene.

The boys bathroom was outfitted on my last trip to Bothell on an outing to IKEA. Yes, that is the closest IKEA to Coeur D Alene.

Max's room, is know as the bunk room, although it has yet to acquire of the built in bunks.  This is one of those pending winter projects.  The dark spots in the floors throughout are not due to dye, but rather it is where the concrete was not fully dry when we sprayed the dye on it.

Max’s room, is know as the bunk room, although it has yet to acquire of the built in bunks. This is one of those pending winter projects. The dark spots in the floors throughout are not due to dye, but rather it is where the concrete was not fully dry when we sprayed the dye on it.

Where our schooldays are spent.

Where our schooldays are spent.

Our sweet daughter's bedroom, for now.

Our sweet daughter’s bedroom, for now.

This bath joins Libby's room and the master bedroom.

This bath joins Libby’s room and the master bedroom.

The floors in the master bedroom are concrete, like the rest of the loft, but are finished with a slight color variation.  We used Ameripolish concrete dye and seal, in carmel, coffee, then a very light coat of walnut. Sound like a yummy Starbucks combination, doesn't it?

The floors in the master bedroom are concrete, like the rest of the loft, but are finished with a slight color variation. We used Ameripolish concrete dye and seal, in carmel, coffee, then a very light coat of walnut. Sounds like a yummy Starbucks combination, doesn’t it?

A fall sunset

May your fall set with a beautiful Thanksgiving spent with family and friends.

Waiting

Last week I visited my grandpa. After 70 years of marriage his beautiful bride, my grandma, went home to be with Jesus this past May. Grandpa talked of her and his longing to be with her. He also talked of God’s reminder that in His time He would take grandpa home and there is still life left to live. I left that day, with a subtle reprimand in my spirit. I had been fussing with it taking so long to get into our loft. The stark reality is, we can wait our life away. I so appreciate my grandfather, who at the end of his life, continues to focus not at what His heart so longs for, but trusting His dear father for purpose in each and every day.
As I pen this, I think of you my dear friends and family. I think about what you are waiting and hoping for. For family members to turn their hearts to Christ, for a husband to be healed, for children to return home, for a house to sell before it’s foreclosed on, for a long awaited situation to change, and I know at least one of you is awaiting a move to Coeur d Alene. ;). It is in the waiting that we find tender hope breeze through our lives. Wait for that hope. Be expectant for it to come.
So with this I can say we wait upon the county and state plumbing inspector to allow us to move into our loft. We have called them to make a visit and thus think all the necessities are complete, but we shall soon find out.

Before I could post this we did receive permission to move in. Hooray! But because I know this waiting bit is a reoccurring issue in my life, I thought I would send this post out anyway. I’ve included some initial pictures of us moving in. As soon as we get settled, I’ll post some more.

Asher and Max moving in the boxes.

Asher and Max moving in the boxes.

Today, October 3rd, Wilson turns 18! Happy birthday sweet son.

Today, October 3rd, Wilson turns 18! Happy birthday sweet son.

More about the floors later, but we ended up dying the concrete.

More about the floors later, but we ended up dying the concrete.

Master bedroom.  Jared packet his things in the toilet box, fitting, isn't it?

Master bedroom. Jared packet his things in the toilet box, fitting, isn’t it?


“We wait in hope for the Lord; he is our help and our shield. In him our hearts rejoice, for we trust in his holy name. May your unfailing love be with us, Lord, even as we put our hope in you.” (Psalm 33:20-22 NIV)

Big Show In the Loft

On August 15th Jared, Max, Liberty, and I took a trip back to Western Washington to visit dear family and friends and fill in for a few days at Bothell Way Garage. The morning we departed Idaho, we received a large shipment of Sheetrock. At this point in the build, we are solely focused on finishing the 2700 square feet above the garage so that we can temporarily live there while we finish the remainder of the house. Our goal is to be in by October, before the winter weather hits. So anyway, this is what the loft apartment looked like the morning we left.

Loft den electrical, plumbing, and framing complete.

Loft den electrical, plumbing, and framing complete.


Loft kitchen and hall ready for drywall.

Loft kitchen and hall ready for drywall.


The drywall was on the wall four days later when we returned. Dad, Wilson, and Asher worked their tails off. Jared and the crew got right to work taping, mudding, and sanding.
Dusty Dude

Dusty Dude


Loft Den, master bed to left, mud and sand second coat

Loft Den, master bed to left, mud and sand second coat


Loft living room and kitchen second coat of mud

Loft living room and kitchen second coat of mud


After multiple trips to town for supplies and a “working” texture gun, the walls are now textured and primer is being sprayed as I pen this blog on August 31st.
Loft dining and living room getting primer

Loft dining and living room getting primer


So, here I sit, out on my make shift back deck, with interior paint swatches, concrete floor color pamphlets, and exterior colors still undecided, all of which must have decisions made ASAP. I was at Rodda three times yesterday, and will be there again today. So be expectant that my next post will give you a burst of color from our loft apartment.