A couple years ago I finally put my drill to use and made a beautiful jewelry holder. At the time we were renting and didn’t want to paint, so I accessorized our white walls with as much color as possible. For the jewelry holder, I chose a clover green – my favorite color. I was particularly proud of this project. Reveling in the beauty I created, I loved catching glimpses of it as I entered and exited our room.
Last March my husband and I bought a house. We spent months preparing the space, which included painting our bedroom walls a beautiful green.
It wasn’t long after we moved in that I realized the green I loved on the jewelry holder clashed with the green I loved on the bedroom walls.
Nothing was wrong with the green on the jewelry holder – it was beautiful, but it didn’t fit the new space I intended for it. So, I repainted. Several coats and a bit of distressing later, it was ready for its new space. I love colors. I never imagined painting the jewelry holder white, yet I love it anew. It fits perfectly against its green background.
It still fulfills its original, intended purpose: to look beautiful while holding my necklaces and keeping my dresser top from utter chaos.
Often, just like my jewelry holder, we find that we don’t fit into our spaces anymore. Be it a job, a ministry, a friendship, or a season of life, things change and God places us in new spaces. Sometimes our color clashes with the color of the new space. Change of space doesn’t mean God’s designed purpose for us changes. Sometimes we simply need a “repainting.” Our purpose remains the same, but how we accomplish that purpose changes.
A refurbishing of our purpose is scary. We become accustomed to our spaces and attached to our colors. When it’s time to move to a new space, we want to at least hold onto our old colors.
God has a plan to repaint us – a plan to fit us into the new space He has for this season. Both the old and the new colors are beautiful. They are simply different, and that is okay.
Sometimes it’s just time for a change. There doesn’t have to be a big fanfare or to-do. There doesn’t have to be an immense change of calling, but a still quiet voice saying, “Honey, it’s time for something else.” Then God repaints us.
It’s okay to be scared about the change of space. We have a good Artist Father who cares for the minute details of our lives, who holds our hands through the fear. The repainting can comfort us too. We won’t be stuck forever in a space where our colors don’t fit and have become faded. The artist will repaint us. We don’t have to stay green forever.
In my short 36 years, God has repainted me many times. From the effervescent colors of childhood to the colorful flurry of adulthood; from the vibrant colors of singleness to the kaleidoscope colors of marriage; from the flashy colors of full-time ministry to the quiet, warm colors of motherhood. Now I find myself again in a new space. I know God is repainting me, though I can’t yet see the color it will turn out to be. I am learning that I can trust the Artist even when the art doesn’t make sense.
Change is always happening. In this life, it is inevitable. Though our spaces and colors change, our purpose always remains the same – to glorify the Artist and enjoy Him forever.