Painting My Room: A Journey of Creativity, Confidence, and God’s Hand in the Details
The Remodel I Didn't Know I Needed
Most of you know I moved a couple of months ago. Now I’m in a bigger space with an extra bedroom and bathroom. I always used to say I wanted a two bedroom space, but honestly, I never knew exactly what I’d do with the second room. I just knew I wanted it ready for when family came to visit and I knew I wanted an office, but one that could also be my beauty space.
When I first moved in, I was overwhelmed by all the possibilities for that second room. I would sit on the floor and let my brain wander through all the options. I was also in shock, realizing I was living inside my answered prayer and dream. Of course, I started searching Pinterest and social media for inspiration. Don’t you hate when you have an idea in your head, but it’s hard to explain it out loud?
I tend to get in my head sometimes, and it usually takes someone else to pull me out. On a visit home, my sister asked how decorating was going. I told her it was okay, but I was struggling with what to do in the second room. As I shared my ideas, she started looking for inspiration and kept sending me things. I told her how much I’d loved the little office/glam corner I’d created at my parents’ house, it was a desk and huge vanity mirror tucked into my bedroom, and how I wanted to expand on that now. After that conversation, it was time to get moving.
One thing I knew for sure was that I wanted a pink wall. Pink is hands down my favorite color, but it’s more than that. My last three bedrooms have all been pink. My family and I joke about the “pink room” at my parents house. Since I was a kid, at least two of my bedroom walls have always been pink. Having a pink wall in my second room would bring a little nostalgia into my space, and that’s something I needed. I always told myself I’d incorporate pink into any home or apartment I live in.
So I ran to Home Depot, grabbed tons of paint swatches, and held them up against the wall when I got home. I even called my mom for help deciding. At first, I was planning to hire someone to paint, just like I had for other projects. But when I jokingly said I was going to do it myself, a friend asked, “Why not?” My first instinct was, Because I’m a girl, and I don’t want to mess it up. But as I thought deeper, I realized the real fear: I’m not a perfectionist, but I do like things done right. The idea of taking a brush to my own walls felt intimidating. I wasn’t sure if I had the skill or the patience. But I quickly learned that painting is messy, imperfect, and full of grace.
I watched tons of YouTube videos and even called a good friend, who's like a brother to me, to walk me through the process. The next day, I ran back to Home Depot, grabbed the paint, and bought all the supplies he recommended. I laid down the plastic, put up the tape, and got to work. And honestly? I didn’t realize how fun it would be. I’m not usually a DIY kind of girl; I’m the type who likes to pay someone else to handle it. But once I got started, the fear began to fade. With every brushstroke, I realized I didn’t have to be perfect to make progress. Every little section I covered reminded me that confidence doesn’t come from waiting to feel ready, it comes from moving forward even when you’re unsure.
As I painted, I felt God’s presence in the smallest moments. Even when I messed up, when a streak showed, when the tape didn’t hold perfectly, when I had to go over a spot again, I felt God gently reminding me, You don’t have to get it right the first time. He works through the process. It was such a sweet, unexpected lesson: perfection isn’t the goal; showing up and being willing is. The more I painted, the more I felt tuned in to His hand, the satisfaction of finishing a section, the surprising joy of watching the room transform, the reminder that even this small project was part of reflecting His creativity in my life.
The next day, as the paint dried, I added a desk I’d found at Ikea while my parents were visiting. I hired someone to install floating shelves and mount the TV. I couldn’t believe how nicely everything was coming together. I wanted the room to work as a guest room too, but I didn’t want a full bed taking up space. My mom has a pull out couch in her office, so I wanted something similar. But not just any pull out, I wanted a small couch that folded out to a full sized bed. It took me weeks to find the perfect one. I checked stores, but nothing matched the vision in my head. I turned to Pinterest and eventually found the right one on Bed Bath & Beyond. Once I had the measurements, I searched around and ordered it, then hired the same person to come back and assemble it.
Although the room isn’t 100% complete, I still want to add artwork and small touches, I’m in love with how it turned out. It feels so good to have a space where I can work, lounge, and even sleep when I want to change things up. I’m so glad my sister pushed me to create this special space. It’s my glam room where I get ready. It’s my office when I work from home. It’s my second bedroom when I need a change of scenery.
I can’t stress enough how important it is to make your home feel special. You spend so much time there, why not make it a place you love?
So here’s what I want you to take away: if I can do this, so can you. You don’t need to be an expert or have it all figured out to start creating a space that feels like you. God shows up when we step into new, uncomfortable, or creative spaces. He meets us right there teaching us, stretching us, and reminding us we’re never alone. Your home matters because you matter. Whether you’re in your dream house, your first apartment, or still living at your parents house, you can invest in your space and make it your own. Investing in your home isn’t just about pretty walls or cute decor; it’s about creating a sanctuary where you can rest, reflect, and recharge — a place that nurtures your spirit and reminds you daily of God’s love and faithfulness. So go ahead, take that step. You are worthy of a home that feels like peace.
