I don’t know how grey crept into my life. There was a time in my life not to long ago that grey held little of my attention. But now, my favorite hoodie, my favorite tanks and my new favorite eye shadow pallete all boast varying shades of grey. It slowly permeated every nook of my closet without me being aware of it’s bold presence.
I remember just a few short months ago my teenage daughter chose a shade of grey to paint her room. While she loved the color, I felt it was dreary. So, when – how – did my tastes change so drastically?
Rev. 3:15-16 “I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other! So, because you are lukewarm–neither hot nor cold–I am about to spit you out of my mouth”
The dictionary defines grey as a color between black and white. A color without color. neutral. White, on the other hand, is the combination of all colors – the presence of light. Black is the absence of color or light. White and black take a strong stand at one end of the spectrum or the other while grey is a wishy-washy color, a mixture of both all colors and no colors.
I think my trend toward grey happened subtly, without me even realizing the shift in my thinking. Until one day I just woke up and realized my new love relationship with the color. I didn’t purposefully choose it, it was just all around me and slowly became a part of me.
While trends in fashion are mostly innocent and harmless, oh that my love for God would not be grey. How easy, almost unnoticeable is that slippery slope from delight to duty.
Oh Father, guard my heart from mediocrity. Help me to spend time with you each day realigning my heart with the things you love. Then, and only then will grey not tangle me in its web. You are light and in you is no darkness. May my life shine brightly for you.