It looks like something out of a Dr. Seuss book, I know. But while Dr. Seuss would probably call it something like Lerkim Differdoofer House, I call it The House that Love Built.
Why? Because it let mess (you should have seen my kitchen table) and inconvenience (so many things I could have checked off my to-do list instead) in my life, but it was USEFUL in helping my daughter feel oh-so-loved to make this work of art together.
And this is why I'd rather have God in charge of my time than to leave myself to my own devices.