and here is the finished product. it isn't as orange as it looks up by the lights. you'll get a better idea if you look at the color of it immediately above the sink.
we all need repainted from time to time, huh? at least i do. old ideas grow stale and worn out, bitter like old paint, raising on the edges and flaky. my growth as a person, as a husband and father, as a Christian and as an artist and so forth requires that from time to time i get a bit of an overhaul. its not particularly comfortable as i would much rather just keep the familiar, but God keeps saying things like "new thing," and "behold, i am making all things new." really, God? really? do you have to say behold? and can't we keep this color for awhile? i was just getting used to it. i know its a bit, well, blah, but still. i've grown quite fond of it. but whether i'm up for it or not, it becomes painfully obvious that a fresh coat of a new color is necessary. and so i grow.
o maker of every color (and the ones we have yet to imagine):
repaint the bathroom of my heart. make me new again. forgive me for ruts and religious routines. color me fresh and alive. i want to reflect the whole prism of your light.