I’m getting my home painted. While this is a fun project, it’s also difficult because… well… because… because I’ve made it so. I’m thinking and overthinking, honestly, I don’t want to see another paint sample in my life. But this is important to me.
You see, I love color! And I’m adding a lot of it to a lot of different rooms in my home and I want to be sure that my selections are going to be pleasing to me and to my guests.
I have one room that I’ve always deemed to be my “fun and creative” room. I do a lot of writing in that room and I’ve always wanted it to have an upbeat, energetic, happy, somewhat funky, anything goes vibe. I probably had the hardest time selecting the color for this room, but when I finally made my decision I chose orange.
Yep. Orange.
It was a pretty shade of orange, kinda deep. I envisioned it looking almost like copper in color.
When I got home last night, this was the first room I ran to see. I couldn’t wait to view what my beloved room looked like now. It was dark outside, so I turned the light on and…
I hated it. It was downright hideous to me. I absolutely hated it.
Then I thought I’d make it work by changing some of the other things in the room. And I went to bed.
But at 5:30am, I woke up and the only thing on my mind was that orange room. I just didn’t think I could live it. Since the painters were coming back today, I figured I’d find another color and ask them to paint over the orange. Doing so was going to take me over my budget, but it was necessary. It had to be done. I had to do what I had to do.
So for about 90 minutes this morning, I pondered over one paint color and another, pausing only to go back into the room to see if the walls were still orange. They were still orange.
I picked a shade of blue and was finally thinking that life could go on. As I began to get myself ready for the work, I peeked into the orange room again and, lo and behold, a miracle had happened!
I liked the color! All of a sudden I saw the color I’d envisioned, or at least something close to it. I could see myself loving that room again. All was well in my world again, I could go on.
What had happened?
What had happened was… the sun rose. Yes, with the natural sun beaming into the room, it seemed as though everything changed. And it had changed for the better.
Now, you know me by now, I look for “messages” in almost everything and with this being Holy Week, this is almost too easy. But I gotta take us there...
Because we all know that when the Son of God rose, He, too, changed things for the better, didn’t He?
He gave us a different perspective, a new lease, and perfect and cherished opportunity to be what God always envisioned us to be.
I thank God for my orange room, for the sun, and for His Son.
Easter Blessings to you all!
You see, I love color! And I’m adding a lot of it to a lot of different rooms in my home and I want to be sure that my selections are going to be pleasing to me and to my guests.
I have one room that I’ve always deemed to be my “fun and creative” room. I do a lot of writing in that room and I’ve always wanted it to have an upbeat, energetic, happy, somewhat funky, anything goes vibe. I probably had the hardest time selecting the color for this room, but when I finally made my decision I chose orange.
Yep. Orange.
It was a pretty shade of orange, kinda deep. I envisioned it looking almost like copper in color.
When I got home last night, this was the first room I ran to see. I couldn’t wait to view what my beloved room looked like now. It was dark outside, so I turned the light on and…
I hated it. It was downright hideous to me. I absolutely hated it.
Then I thought I’d make it work by changing some of the other things in the room. And I went to bed.
But at 5:30am, I woke up and the only thing on my mind was that orange room. I just didn’t think I could live it. Since the painters were coming back today, I figured I’d find another color and ask them to paint over the orange. Doing so was going to take me over my budget, but it was necessary. It had to be done. I had to do what I had to do.
So for about 90 minutes this morning, I pondered over one paint color and another, pausing only to go back into the room to see if the walls were still orange. They were still orange.
I picked a shade of blue and was finally thinking that life could go on. As I began to get myself ready for the work, I peeked into the orange room again and, lo and behold, a miracle had happened!
I liked the color! All of a sudden I saw the color I’d envisioned, or at least something close to it. I could see myself loving that room again. All was well in my world again, I could go on.
What had happened?
What had happened was… the sun rose. Yes, with the natural sun beaming into the room, it seemed as though everything changed. And it had changed for the better.
Now, you know me by now, I look for “messages” in almost everything and with this being Holy Week, this is almost too easy. But I gotta take us there...
Because we all know that when the Son of God rose, He, too, changed things for the better, didn’t He?
He gave us a different perspective, a new lease, and perfect and cherished opportunity to be what God always envisioned us to be.
I thank God for my orange room, for the sun, and for His Son.
Easter Blessings to you all!
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