My place at the table was reserved just for me. The Lord knew exactly when I’d be ready to stop striving and come in and rest. In my eyes I’m late, but in His eyes, I’m right on time. Change isn’t automatic, even when you know you’ve been set free. But the new wine is beginning to flow, a few drops at a time. I feel a shift—more peace. I don’t seem to be carrying around the “I should list” in my brain and am able to be present in the moment more often.
As the homeschool volunteer art teacher for my daughter, I had my little grands—Emma, 7, Ethan, 5, and Myla Grace, almost 2, at my house for art and some play time. We learned about the color wheel, painting the primary colors of red, blue, and yellow on paper plates. I gave Myla Grace markers to use instead of paint, and of course, she colored on her paper plate…and the table…and her little belly. Luckily, they were washable!
Next I let them mix the primary colors, and presto! The secondary colors appeared—orange, purple, and green. After teaching them about which colors are warm and which are cool, the lesson was over. Then we had cookies and hot chocolate, half milk and half whipped cream, followed by play time in the toy room. As they joyfully laughed and played, I was content just to sit on the floor with them and savor the moment, fully present.
I was thinking about those primary colors this morning, the three colors from which all other colors are created. And I wondered, since everything in creation reflects attributes of God, do the three primary colors represent the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit? These three colors blend uniquely to produce an infinite number of reflections of their source, all containing nothing but pieces of the original colors. I thought of the imagery that Mark has written about, that we each uniquely reflect a piece of God’s heart. And the color wheel with its infinite shades is another way of looking at how each of us express our Creator with our own special hue that was given to us when He designed us.
With the pressure building through this crazy and complicated year, I’m finding it’s a good time for me to go back to the basics, the simple truths that have always sustained me. The Lord knows that for years I’ve chased simplicity only to find it elusive. But with a new perspective from my view at the table, I see it’s not elusive. Christ is offering it, arms wide open. There is time for finding my truth and expressing it, my “color.” But I know I will only find it when I am resting in Him.
In “Late to the Table” I asked the question, Is it easier to follow rules than to walk in freedom? To be honest, I think we have to admit that in some ways, it is. It’s often easier to do something than it is to be someone. I believe that my true “color” has been hiding in plain sight all along. I just haven’t been listening to the right Person. Jesus is the only One who can tell us who we are and enable us to live our own truth. It’s time just to sit at God’s table and be with Him, the triune God, the Great I Am, to listen and to receive from the One who knows me best.