Have you ever read Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein?
Some of his poems are delightful, some are silly, some are strange and some speak truth. My current favorite is "Colors" because this describes my thoughts.
My skin is kind of sort of brownish
Pinkish yellowish white.
My eyes are greyish blueish green,
But I'm told they look orange in the night.
My hair is reddish blondish brown,
But it's silver when it's wet.
And all the colors I am inside
Have not been invented yet.
I suppose some would read this and say "it's about tolerance and being nonracist". And that would be one way of interpreting it- I don't know exactly what the author had in mind.
But when I read this I see someone who doesn't have life all figured out yet. A person who sees possibilities and potential and maybe is a bit confused. Which color should I be today? Am I a blue? Or am I supposed to be teal?
As adults we're supposed to have life all figured out, right?
We're not supposed to waver about what we think, feel, or value.
We have opinions! We have convictions! We have rights!
We are adults.
But lately I've been looking at my ideals, my plans, my 'this is how life should be' and wondering if I'm missing out on the "reddish blondish brown, silver when it's wet" adventure.
Am I living out all that the Lord has planned for me?
Am I living too safe?
Am I too comfortable?