Life After Cancer: Lessons in Frivolity

  • We moved to an amazing city where we have a beautiful church, family and friends.
  • We bought the best house and we are making it our own.
  • I am working with an interior designer to curate a beautiful space that fosters conversation, connection and relationships while also being cozy and comfortable.

We got our beautiful chairs yesterday and I’m sitting here crying about it. Why though Abby? I had to ask myself this – Why the heck am I so emotional about all of these things? I realized I’ve been crying with pain but mostly joy-joy-joy over these chairs, this home, this LIFE I didn’t think I’d get to live.

Did I ever think that I was going to have new chairs? Nope. Did I ever think I was going to have a living room that I loved? Nope. Who gets to care about chairs when they’re probably going to die? I’m crying writing this – and I’m getting choked up reading it back but cancer really changes everything.

After I was diagnosed, I honestly never believed that I would have the honor, pleasure and mere ability to allow myself to care about something like this. When you’re struck with illness and disease things that can be seen as frivolity go straight out the window. I am a little over two years removed from cancer and my home is now becoming a place I love and also at the same time, a place I’m finally allowing myself to envision LIVING in rather than dying.

This process has been ever so fulfilling. With each fabric choice, and color selection I am giving myself and most importantly my Savior the gift of my peace and TRUST. I’m giving that to the Lord the only thing he asks of me: to trust wildly and to do so fearlessly. I’m giving to Him what I have not had the ability to give. Since I finished chemo I have been defiantly stomping my foot reminding God that I wanted it my way, and whining how mad I was about not getting just that. {Read more about cancer and faith HERE.}

I imagine it may be difficult for you to equate cushion size to sanctification but for me it’s an act of faith. It is a conscious decision that I can trust the Lord, that He is GOOD and that I don’t have to live in fear. Yes, my cancer is gone but that isn’t why I’m able to feel this way. That is not the reason He is good or that I can live without fear. Believe me, there will always be that thought in the back of my mind – the “what if.” Putting together these pieces that were broken is just my way of praising Him… for it all.

Decorating my house is my way of breathing in the most giant breath of His grace, and then breathing out a desperately long awaited sigh of His praise.

Head over to Instagram to see more!

Walmart: Interior Style for Less

Here are a few lighting and decor steals I found at Walmart! What is your favorite!?

xoxo, Abby

Walmart Finds for the Transitional Home

I rounded up a few of my favorite finds from Walmart! What is your favorite?

xoxo, Abby

My Favorite Amazon Earrings

Some of my favorite classy earrings found on Amazon! I hope you enjoy! xoxo, Abby