It has been been awhile since I have written anything on this blog…I really didn’t think that I would be away for so long but I am just believing that it has been more a summer thing and nothing else.
Today I began painting the upstairs bathroom. I had to smile as Carl and I had the conversation that we always encounter when I get the painting bug.
Carl: Why are you painting?
Helen: Because the room looks terrible and it is time.
Carl: It looks fine…why don’t you just wash the walls?
Helen: I did! It hasn’t changed the fact that this room
Carl: Didn’t you just paint last year?
Helen: No…it has been at least 3 years…
Carl: (shrugs his shoulders and walks away while shaking his head.)
I returned home after that eternal discourse with two gallons of paint in my hands. I did what I said I would never ever do again…I painted the walls WHITE!!!!!
After having such a wonderful time painting the different rooms of our house in deep and rich and sometimes bright colors…I had proudly declared that I would never again paint my walls white…ever.
I had made the er, mistake of letting my girls choose the colors of their primary bathroom when they were 13 and 9…thus I painted a powder room periwinkle and yellow…initially since the room was rather drab to begin with it was very cheerful but after maybe 3 months…it was not that delightful.
I primed like a good painter and had quite a bit of trouble covering that pesky periwinkle. I put the first coat of the clean crisp white and still the old color showed through making my white seem a bit gray…tomorrow hopefully the second coat will do the trick.
As I was finishing the last of the rolling for the night…I thought about how this painting project is a bit like me…maybe like you as well. I won’t beat around the bush…I am a sinner with a capitol “S”. Thankfully, I have met a Redeemer who loves me anyway and He forgives me and makes me clean…in fact, a crisp clean white. But often I doubt that I am really cleaned up. I feel a bit gray…and a bit unbecoming. Have I really been forgiven…for it all? But my Savior says that I don’t need more than one coat…in fact, I don’t even need primer…when He says I am forgiven…He means it…that very moment…it is done…finished…I don’t have to come back tomorrow or the day after that and inspect to see if He missed a spot or did one area of His grace drip and leave my sin exposed. He takes care it all…it is complete…
He’s working on a masterpiece…did you realize that? Right now, it might seem to be a bit like a Picasso but I am betting that one day…we all will be gallery worthy…actually the Father thinks we are pretty priceless right now.
My painting party has given me even more reason to celebrate having a new room. It has reminded me that I have a new heart getting closer and closer to His all the time. I have been cleansed and set free from judgment. How I hope that one day the Father won’t have to shake His head puzzled by my behavior because I will have learned that I just have to come to Him…let Him apply my coat of grace and know that He means it and so I can believe it.
“Come now, let us reason together,” says the Lord.
Though your sins are like scarlet,
they shall be as white as snow;
though they are red as crimson,
they shall be like wool.”
“If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all
I John 1:9
Sometimes I wish that life was a little bit more like painting by the numbers but…you know if you have ever looked at one of those canvasses…there is quite a bit of white spread abroad…it brings all the color into focus…so there is a place for bold wonderful color but there has to be white….Amen!