I love the reliability of experience. I know the quickest routes to get to the kid's school and work, I know where items are in our local grocery stores (though they love to change it on me!), I know what to expect when I make tried-and-true recipes for dinner or how welcome I feel when I show up at our small group.
And yet, God has us in a time of change and transition right now. (Fear not, none of the change is taking us away from TECH!) It makes me uncomfortable. Normally I shrink away from change, but this time was different. One of the changes we are navigating is looking into school options for our oldest, Liam. We have loved the school he has attended and feel it is still a great choice for our girls, but we feel others might be better suited to his natural gifts, abilities, and personality. I could see the strain and stress that wouldn't hold together long term-for him or us. Eric and I talked and prayed and finally felt some peace about looking into different options.
But it still made me uncomfortable.
God has a way of showing up in mundane ways to teach me profound truths. This time, He used painting a wall in our house. We had painted the wall in our den a deep green when we first moved into the house over 13 years ago. This is the first thing you see as you enter from the front door. I loved the rich color and the bold statement. But as time moved on and my house became full of small (and now not so small) voices, the bold color just became loud. I sat one day looking at the fireplace and the wall and I was able to picture them as different colors. I am not great at visualizing so I got very excited.
Then I started my hunt. I hunted for just the right color to give the feel of something calmer. After I found that, I looked for just the right picture to go over the mantle. As I did that, Eric found the right color of the old paint we had used to be able to match the rest of the walls among the leftover paint cans in the garage.
I started painting and it was everything I hoped it would be...
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