I remember when I was about 6 or 7, how exciting it was to get coloring books and crayons for Christmas—especially that glorious box of 64. With 3 siblings, man, that mega box was the gift that kept on giving. So by the time another Christmas rolled around, most crayons were long gone, others barely-visible stubs. But there was always a handful that was literally untouched. (I’m talking about you, green yellow. And you, blue gray.) I wanted vibrant, pretty pictures. “Blue gray” was as far from that as you could get. So year after year it got thrown out, branded as dull—until a few years ago, when I saw it used in interior design. I fell in love with that room, with its artistic and calming qualities. Admitting I may have been shortsighted in childhood, I welcomed a new respect for the color.
We can get shortsighted with life, too. Sure, we’d like every day to be vibrant and pretty, but the mundane and overcast days are valuable, too—maybe we just don’t see it yet. My prayer, as we get ready to pack this year away, is that we’ll value the lessons of every blue gray day we’ve had. Because chances are, those days taught and matured us more than fuchsia ever could. I pray we’ll go into the new year, ready to see purpose in EVERY crayon this mega box will offer.
“And we know that ALL things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to His Purpose.” Romans 8:28