I had been outside on my patio, reading a book, when I just happened to look up. As I gazed at the clouds, this bright yellow goldfinch flew over my head.
Hope, He said. Paint hope for her.
And so I got started on the sky. And I finished the blue. And then I stopped painting so it could dry. It dried for about another week or so. You know, the It's drying excuse can only last about 24 hours, but you see, I knew I had to paint the bird next and I didn't know how. All I remembered was yellow. Bright, vibrant yellow against a clear, beautiful blue sky.
And so, I did research and looked at dozens of goldfinches online. Did you know, their bodies are yellow and their wings are gray, brown, and white? And did you know that it looks really funny when I paint a body of yellow and wings that don't seem to match. And though my colors were realistic, when I stood back, I did not see hope in this bird. I saw...blah. The yellow body -- the hope -- looked so small in comparison to the drab wingspan. And so, frustrated, I railed at God a bit. I railed at myself a bit for undertaking such a task. And then, when I finally shut-up, He said,
Paint it like you remember it. There is power in the vision. There is power in how you saw it in the beginning. There is power because I gave this to you as a gift.
And so, I painted the wings with more yellow. And it is not realistic, but it is hope. And I think to myself often these days as I speak in front of my class, as I try to grasp hold of what He is asking me to do, and the grayish-brown substance that I call reality keeps getting in my way. It starts to taint the vision that He has given me. It starts to lay out the shoulds and the supposed-tos. It sets expectations and lays down the rules. And yet, I now start to ponder...
Is my reality the same as God's reality? Am I assuming a grayish-brownish world is true and the yellow feathers on the wings are not? Do I trade hope for logic? Do I box God into my world or do I let Him take me with Him into His? And I think...I want to be free from the constrains of the world.
I want to fly...with yellow wings.
What about you? How is your world colored?
Linking with Emily at Imperfect Prose and Jennifer for Sneak Peak Friday.