Living in Color

Just a quick post this morning friends, but it was in my heart to share. Sitting here thinking about how I wished I could post every single week consistently. I want to get it all done. I am learning grace for the process…but not very gracefully.

I am trying hard not to make a sarcastic comment to myself here. I don’t really cut myself much slack.

Do any of us?

I am much more likely to let someone else off the hook, especially if they are remorseful or feeling down about it.

As soon as I see my own face in that position of “criminal” I go straight for the noose. I was there…I knew the intentions in my heart before I did whatever it was. Let’s just skip the trial…

There are plenty of enemy lies hanging around waiting for that opening.

So as I sat this morning waiting to write, regretting my tardiness in writing…I stared everywhere but the page.

Then I saw… and felt as the Lord nudged me to look deeper.

Notebooks. Seven of them.

And in case you’re wondering…no, that’s not an excessive amount. Each has a different purpose. If they were all for the same purpose that would be ridiculous.

All seven are different, varying colors and designs. The thing I saw? I saw a daughter seeking her Father’s heart in 7 different ways, in color.

If you knew me even three years ago you would know most of my wardrobe was black and neutral. There were no pinks, purples, or whites. I owned one piece of gold jewelry–my wedding ring. I didn’t feel comfortable with color or being seen.

I didn’t let God speak.

I didn’t stop darts.

I lived in a cloud; no color, no purpose, just pain and fog.

So as I sit here this morning, not writing…I am thankful. Even this standstill is more colorful than I used to be.

And sometimes looking back to see where we started is enough to allow ourselves the opportunity to rest in the scenery. Look how far we’ve come!