My advice? Don't do it. Never. Not Ever. Unless you want it there when you die. If it's already there, just leave it for your kids. Seriously.
I have never been so tempted to paint over something in all my life. But, instead, I am stripping it. And calling myself names, for ever thinking it was a pretty piece of paper. It's been up 14 yrs. It's time to go.
I enlisted the help of my 13 year old kid. He is always needing money, therefore, I am always thinking up jobs for him to do. We have sprayed, scraped, wiped, washed, painted. The wallpaper is finally gone.
While we were sweating and glaring at the wall (and each other), I thought of the verse in the Bible from Jeremiah 23:24.
Can any hide himself in secret places that I shall not see him? saith the Lord. Do not I fill heaven and earth? saith the Lord.
You see, after we scraped off the wallpaper, I could see the drywall imperfections, paint runs, and the bumps from daily living. It had just been covered up by gaudy printed wallpaper.
How easy is it for us to just cover over the blemishes of life. The scars and imperfections can be seen only in private, in our minds and hearts. I don't want to expose my disfigurements to the world. So I put on a layer of glue, pick out a pretty piece of paper and cover it up, smooth it out and cover up the flaws.
However, the paper becomes faded, the glue dries and turns loose, and we are faced yet again with the misshapen parts of our lives. So we are forced to scrape and clean, and prepare to hide yet again.
Wonder what would happen if we all fixed what we could. Fill in some holes and dents, sand the rough spots and roll on a fresh coat of paint. Then embrace what we cannot change. Strengthen the weaknesses in each other. Build up the low self-esteems. Love with all our hearts.
There is no way we can cover all our scars, all our impairments and shortcomings. But we can learn to love ourselves the way God created us and the way he has molded us through our journey. Lose the concealing wallpaper. There is no such thing as a perfect woman...but we can be real. And true. And that makes us a greater, stronger and more confident woman in Christ and in life.
How easy is it for us to just cover over the blemishes of life. The scars and imperfections can be seen only in private, in our minds and hearts. I don't want to expose my disfigurements to the world. So I put on a layer of glue, pick out a pretty piece of paper and cover it up, smooth it out and cover up the flaws.
However, the paper becomes faded, the glue dries and turns loose, and we are faced yet again with the misshapen parts of our lives. So we are forced to scrape and clean, and prepare to hide yet again.
Wonder what would happen if we all fixed what we could. Fill in some holes and dents, sand the rough spots and roll on a fresh coat of paint. Then embrace what we cannot change. Strengthen the weaknesses in each other. Build up the low self-esteems. Love with all our hearts.
There is no way we can cover all our scars, all our impairments and shortcomings. But we can learn to love ourselves the way God created us and the way he has molded us through our journey. Lose the concealing wallpaper. There is no such thing as a perfect woman...but we can be real. And true. And that makes us a greater, stronger and more confident woman in Christ and in life.
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