After our 3 kids left home, I took over the smallest room of our home and made it mine. I devoted one wall to books, another to my desk and files, hung black and white toile curtains, filled the closet with my things and added a futon for overnight guests. That’s where I wrote, read, prayed and passed inspection at the mirrored closet doors before heading off to work.
Two weeks ago, I moved. I planned to place all my things in the third bedroom and make it a den. The previous owner had painted the room brown. Not fawn, taupe, stone or one of the many other appealing browns but a dead brown. My empty bookcases sat in the dead brown room for days waiting for me to unpack my books.
I looked in the room several times each day. Our kids had already stripped the entire living room, hallway and family room of wallpaper and painted all the walls white (cloud white), exactly what the house needed. This third room had had a recent paint job. My husband and kids said, “Well, it’s not a bad color.” But I thought it was just that – a bad color. I longed for the fresh hue of my previous room.
Last week my daughter said, “Mom, if you babysit the kids, we’ll spend the day painting your room.” I ran to the local paint store and bought Rain Forest Dew, the same light limey green I had at the last place.
Now, the books are unpacked. My den looks alive. Today the toile curtains go up.
Someone may ask – how can you care about something as meaningless as a room color when millions are dying?
God yearns for the souls of dying millions. Yet, He takes specific note when a single, common bird dies. He notices flowers that bloom for less than a day. These dime-a-dozen creations matter to Him. (Matthew 6)
God infused creation with color. And Rain Forest Dew is my favorite right now.