I’ve always prided myself in not being blind to
the darkness in this world, but I’ve also always been confident in my
colorful worldview. However, in the process, I’ve unknowingly become far too
reliant on my rose-colored blinders. While everything looks nice like this, it’s
not exactly the best thing.
What happens when you
take off the blinders after having gotten so accustomed to them, after having
developed this way of thinking that life doesn’t make sense with any other
color?
While in theory, we know
that life has more grays than blacks and whites, in practice, we often forget
that they exist when we get distracted by all the other colors, especially the
varying shades of pink.
Since I’ve begun taking
my Christian walk seriously, I’ve been thrown into this seemingly endless
string of moments filled with grays. I have more questions now than when I
first started out. God has revealed to me quite a few things already, which I
don’t know how to and don’t even want to process. But in this grueling waiting/battlefield
season, nuggets of love from His Word have given me relief; and every time, I’m
reminded of just how important it is for me to trust in Him fully—just how much I need Him.
With the knowledge that
God’s love is so much more—that it fills up the holes you didn’t know have been
there for a long time, that it truly does not compare to any other kind of love—I
am hopeful. Just gotta take each day at a time, making the conscious effort to
spend time with Him . . . and appreciating and being thankful for all the
colors, even the grays.
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