“Colors answer the feelings in man…”
I’ve been sensing changes in me for a long time.
Quiet gentle changes.
And when things change on the inside, how many of you notice that it isn’t very long before the change, good or bad, bubbles up and spills onto the world around you?
I can’t help expressing my heart.
On paper with words.
Or in my tiny world.
I just turned 49 and I can make a detailed list of every single issue I’m having with getting older because after all, getting older is downright shocking.
But, as in all-things, getting older has profound possibility, and if you look closely you may even find, infinite promise.
The Husband and I are empty-nesters. I have more time now than I’ve ever had in my life. I’ve been able to ease out of the survival-mode I was in for years and quiet my spirit.
These days I can listen to the music God is playing inside me.
I can see soft, blurry outlines of the legacy He’s allowing me to live.
I’m more aware of the whisper in my ear, this is the way Child…
And I’m doing less (emotional) battening down the hatches and more tiptoeing onto the water…
And as expected, I’ve started expressing these subtle changes…
This is the reason my little white house is peeling off her warm, fuzzy, sweater-like ambiance and slipping into a more soft, gentle breezy mood.
She’s just changing her colors to reflect the feelings inside me…