That is literally the exact shade brushed, rolled, and brushed again over my living room walls.
I love it.
It makes me feel energized, proud, happy, and convicted.
As a mother of four young children I don’t really get much opportunity to do things for myself beyond indulging in the fourth cup of coffee, sneaking candy from my children’s halloween stash, or pretending I don’t hear Netflix automatically play the next cartoon before cutting off screen time.
I recently braved a garage sale across the street with toddlers in tow and got my hands on the loveliest “Pansy, 1926” Georgia O’Keefe wall hanging. The moment it crossed the threshold into my home was the catalyst for a project I’d been daydreaming about for months. I was going to paint my living room grey and yellow.
I don’t mean have it painted professionally or wait until the weekend so I could rope my husband into helping. No, I was doing it right now. Shoes were never even removed before we were searching for painters tape and comparing colors in the aisles of Menards. Within hours I had the books down from the bookshelf, all the furniture cozied in a huddled rectangle in the center of my living room, and a call in to my secret weapon, my powerhouse of productivity, my mom.
It was so suddenly important to me to create this fresh, livable space I felt was my own. I prioritized my living room project.
I taped, brushed, rolled, removed curtains and outlet covers and made it happen all between school drop-offs and pick-ups, block towers and story books. By the third coat of paint, my children were in the clutches of imagination upstairs in the bedrooms, awake and happy, stairs, a hallway, and room away from me pouring myself into my painting project.
Beyond a few sunshine-y throw pillows, a nice colorful rug and a few more plants, it’s complete. I’m delighted with it. We sit in our living room more than we ever had, we read books, chat and dance. We finally live in our living room.
An early morning not long after it’s completion I switched on the living room light and sat with my content but awake baby and noticed my bible on the bookshelf.
I could string beads around the block with the excuses I’ve made for my dismal personal bible study habits.
There it was, the very Word of God, my ultimate lifeline standing out on the shelf as it contrasted my banana yellow priority.
So, Jessica, you can apply coat after coat of paint on your walls, but you don’t have time or energy to sit and grow in the grace and knowledge of your Lord and Savior Jesus Christ?
(2 Peter 3:18)
I love my living room. Even more, I love what it has taught me.
We are so very capable when we set our priorities straight, especially when we want something badly enough. But it does take a considerable amount of self-discipline as mentioned in 2 Timothy.
And thank God for that unchanging grace that welcomes us back into His arms and His ways after priorities have grown unaligned.
Psalm 37 gives us a clue to watch for when it instructs...
From Mary and Martha to Matthew 6, there is no denying where we are to focus our priorities.
It’s Christ crucified, and a close relationship with Him that we should want badly enough.
I think God aligned the stars of my toddlers’ behavior to allow me to finish my living room project as efficiently as I did. He knew my heart and provided me with a bold and conspicuous reminder that I most certainly CAN do all things through Him who gives me strength.
If I can paint my walls yellow, I can study my bible. And the more time I spend in scripture, the better off I will be.
My living room has become a livable and lovely space.
Now it’s time to prioritize my soul.