The other day, it occurred to me that I have chosen to live a rather vanilla life: bland. When picking out clothes, I usually buy black. My living room, bedroom, and all other rooms in my little country house are in rather muted colors. And I’ve never been all that happy about it, but for some reason I never did anything to remedy it.
I then discovered that I like colors. Bright colors. Dramatic colors. I always have, I just never thought about including them in my life. Dad and I bought my mom flowers for their wedding anniversary the other day – we chose painted daisies. They are gorgeous, in all those bold, deep, rich colors. That set me to thinking – colors give me pleasure, so why don’t I use them? How would my life be different if I did?
Yesterday, on a trip to WalMart, I loaded up my cart with… colors. I then spent the next two and a half hours ironing much of what I bought. The colors made a huge difference in my once-vanilla bedroom and bathroom. I now want to repaint some of my rooms in much bolder tones, and buy some knickknacks that go with it. I’m suddenly excited about working in my bathroom and making it more functional and pretty. I’m excited about changing things around and putting some energy into my life.
(My cat was terrified of the fuchsia throw blanket for about three hours then decided it belongs to her and is now sleeping on it. That was the initial idea … only without the terror involved. But if I have a vanilla life, she has one full of constant dread.)
As color seeps into my home, I’m left with the reminder that I can have color in my spiritual and emotional life as well as my surroundings. My life doesn’t have to be vanilla. I can choose to have fun, to let colorful (in a positive way) people and places into my world. I can unlock my personality and stop being as repressed. I can let the bold and funny side of me out to mach my newly minted bright red hair.
Color reminds me of God. He invented it, after all. Look around you – everything colorful in nature, He designed. He painted those sunsets. He came up with bluebells. Cardinals and Blue Jays were His idea. Until we bring Him into our life, it is colorless… bland, stuck in a rut, and repressed. He brings our color out, by peeling away our layers of sin and encouraging us to be who we were meant to be. We should reflect Him – colorful, bright, and happy. His world is not black and white. Ours shouldn’t be either.
It’s going to be a change going from a muted tan in my living room to a bright purple, but it’ll be worth it.