As I shared yesterday, there’s a lot going on here in relation to our home. Last night, as I walked down our hallway, I noticed the sheer coat of paint that had been applied to the bedroom doors over a very bold and hardy brown. This paint was just the primer, so seeing the brown undertone trying to peek through was not surprising. All of this got me thinking about us.
No matter how many times I paint these doors, the colors underneath will still be there. First they were factory white, then some fancy brown, and now I have set the stage for some form of white again. You may look at the door and see white, but the door knows it was once brown. It was part of its life, the season during which it was brown. And the same is true for all of us. We can be “painted” as many times as we want, but every “color” underneath will always be a part of us.
We know all of the colors that make up our history, but what about those around us? The current “color” you and I see doesn’t tell the whole story. There are likely many. Our mind loves when things are simple and one dimensional, but that’s not life. Today, think about softening up, tapping into your compassion for that one person who is testing you. There’s a lot of paint there that we simply can’t see. If we could, it might be a lot easier to understand. And why do we paint? Essentially, to cover things up. Right. O.K., compassion it is!
Let’s GO! WE GOT THIS!