So we borrowed a hopper/texture gun thingy (don't know the proper term) and textured about two rooms. It took a few tries to master - not to mention the two hours I spent scraping one wall because the texture was so gloppy and oversized we were either in grave error or setting a new trend.
The texture provides a great metaphor. You think painting a room makes a mess? This stuff gets everywhere! It's sticky and attaches to shoes, doorknobs, hair, floors, pets - whatever is in the way.
We texture because we want to make beautful what seems bland on the inside - if not downright ugly. In the process to cover up what we don't want seen, we expose that we don't have it all together. We make messes, we scrape off, we try to make pretty.
If you come look at my texturing, the blemishes are obvious - nothing to hide here. But I'm okay with that. I'm Scottish and proud not to have spent over $16 to texture two rooms! And I've been humbled enough in life to know that God knows what my drywall looks like.
Then just as each texturing pattern (is it called orange peel?) displayed is unique (think snowflakes or fingerprints), I know that mine is beautiful in God's eyes. It isn't like anyone else/s and it is full of character - what others may call blemishes. But God can use that texturing pattern even though it's not perfect. Thank you God for working through my imperfections!
Now I can't wait til it's dry so I can paint. I paint way better than I texture.
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