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Softball Sensory Walk

Our country is in quarantine. After two months full of days at home, we are living a new normal. In our households, our neighborhoods, and within our communities. I’ve found I’m missing my personal time the most. I no longer have time to myself while our 10 month old naps and my older son is at school. Instead, I’m juggling teaching our 2nd grader with preparing lunch for 2 extra people that weren’t home only a few weeks ago. That creates more dishes and laundry on a daily basis and less time to take a break. I feel guilty if I do, because I know there is so much to get accomplished for that day and for the long term. Getting out on walks has been a huge stress reliever when I get overwhelmed.

I recently grabbed the baby, strapped him on to me in the carrier and left the house in a huff with my husband and son playing happily on their respective devices. I just wanted help with the increase of tasks and responsibilities, but didn’t want to ask. When I did and my timeframe wasn’t met, I just did it myself. Even the baby wasn’t cooperating this day. He wasn’t going down for nap when he should’ve and I didn’t know why. Gassy? Teething pain? Not hungry…I tried feeding him.  I just had to get out of the house. We walked the path along the narrow creek through the small stretch of woods in our neighborhood that extends from our street to the parallel one a block away. Milo had finally stopped crying, but was still awake. I kept walking. I continued humming. I let the spring breeze blow away my frustrations. I inhaled the smells of fresh dirt that had been recently stirred up by squirrels trying to find any leftovers from their winter stash. I heard the rustling of crunchy leaves on the ground and branches rubbing against each other as small animals and birds moved around in the woods as we walked the path through their world. Sights, smells, and sounds of nature are always relaxing, but on this walk I was taken back in time with a few distinctively spring sounds.

I heard it. Softly. I looked around and couldn’t see where it came from. Must have been in a neighbor’s backyard. With so much postponed or cancelled recently, the sound brought on feelings of joy and sorrow for those who couldn’t participate this season. It was the unmistakable sound of a ball landing snugly in the pocket of a glove. The mere sound triggered my olfactory glands and tricked my nose into smelling the dust and chalk of a dry baseball field. I stopped in the street and just listened. How often do we do that? STOP. Listen. I waited to hear a few more catches before moving on with a smile on my face and in my heart. The baby was asleep by now, so it was just me and my memories. Alone time! Time to reflect on being alone in a specific position on the field, but a part of a team.

I grew up playing softball from elementary school to adulthood. Half of my life I played on a Women’s team with my sisters and our Dad as coach. Their faces flashed in front of me as I continued walking. Each in full dusty uniform with a mitt at the end of her arm and laughter ruminating between us. I walked on, humming a little more joyfully over my son’s head. A little further down the road … TING… my heart leaped and I skipped forward a little. A natural reaction to launch myself forward at the sound of a ball hitting the sweet spot of the bat. With no bases in front of me I let my mind run. I ran home to batting off a tee in the backyard as a kid or stopping by the batting cage on the way home from work to avoid traffic and prepare for the weekend’s coming games. My memories hit the ground running to the feel of the uneven grass under my feet at the crack of the bat as I positioned to catch a fly ball in Left Center. As I walked on, I questioned myself.

What about softball created such a strong emotional response at the simplest tweaking of my senses? Connection. Relationships. Family. Friends. Fun. Determination. Achievement.

I have only played a handful of games since I was pregnant with my first son eight years ago. I miss it. I wrote this a month ago and shared it with my husband. He and I also enjoyed playing on a coed team together for a few years. In the last few weeks we’ve taken breaks in the middle of the day for a quick game of catch.

To throw away frustrations, catch peace, and foster connection between us.

Even though I haven’t played on the field in a while, I am still part of a team. Multiple teams, actually. My husband and I have our small team of 4 at home. The group texts, family dinners, and now zoom calls keep my siblings, friends and our families connected. I’ve been on my church women’s ministry team for ten years now, building relationships and making friends. I joined the legacy of Mary Kay with my own business 16 years ago. Once our oldest son started school, I felt like part of our neighborhood. These are all teams on which I feel supported. We have fun together. There are times when we shout the ‘plays’ out to each other, encouraging one another to use our skills, talents and knowledge to make smart choices when faced with line drives or pop flies in our lives, and most recently, a delay of game due to the quarantine. One thing I learned very early on in softball is to always back each other up. Practice skills and take ownership of your roles and responsibilities, but put the team first. How can I advance a runner? Make the catch and get the out, don’t let the ball drop. Always back up your teammates! I’ve found the same to be true in the community around me. This quarantine time has caused all of us to be creative and more intentional about staying connected. Last month’s softball sensory walk was a time of gratefulness for the people in my life and the moments we shared and will continue to, whether on the field or off.

v.7 Casting all your cares [all your anxieties, all your worries, and all your concerns, once and for all] on Him, for He cares about you [with deepest affection, and watches over you very carefully.

1 Peter 5:1-14 in Amplified Bible

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Stand

The message at church one Sunday last month was on the power of one. One man, Jesus, died for me and I am one person who God has purposed to do certain things in this world. As we walked in we were asked to grab a rock from the bucket. The speaker encouraged each of us to pray about the word written on the stone to hear His leading. Without looking when I chose, I pulled out a smallish gray stone with the word STAND. A few things came to mind quickly as we walked to our seats.

1 Comparison: “Why didn’t I get a cool one like Jon (joy) or Bohdan (power)?

2 Okay to Disagree and Speakup: “What should I be standing against or for?”

3 Fear of the Unknown: “What’s coming that I need to stand in and through?”

4 God’s Got This. Have Faith: Ephesians 6 armor of God, v.14 “Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist…”

5 Rely on Others for Support: One line of a song my best friend sang for a charity event when were in high school 20 years ago came to mind. “Stand with my face to the wind, with the storm beating down on this sacred ground.” I need to rely on those close to me and close to God. I, in turn, would be a support for them, just as I supported my friend by listening to hours of practice and offered an encouraging smile from the front row when she sang.

God, thanks for revealing these things to me. Help me to continue to listen to You and discern Your voice from all the others and move forward when I feel led or to stand at Your command.

Do you ever focus on what God is telling others more than what He’s trying to get through to you?

I do not like conflict. I think most people feel the same. Sometimes I have a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach that I have to speak up, even if it may not be received well. Is it easy for you to confront about something you disagree with?

Tag a friend who know will support and stand with you!

Are you like me and sometimes think out of fear before faith? “what’s coming that I’ll have to remain standing through vs God’s got whatever is coming so I know I’ll be able to stand because He’s held me up in the past”

 

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Baked Legacy

Legacy Celebration (3/3) continued…

Our church sits on lake with many acres on land for us to enjoy as well. It was a kids summer camp before being purchased by the church in the early 1980’s. We have outdoor services on the slope down facing the water every summer. Sitting in the midst of the nature God created and hearing a message from His heart through our pastors is so inspiring. It’s like God’s presence is blowing through your hair with the breeze off the water and his arms are embracing you in the warmth of the summer sun. One of these outdoor services is set aside for an annual church picnic we call Summer Fest. After the message we have baptisms in the lake, potluck lunch, swimming, canoes & kayaks, volleyball, inflatable bounce houses and other games. The kids wait in line for an animal balloon while parents wait to choose ice cream for the family from local favorite, Cooks Farm Dairy. Yummy! Of course, we have live entertainment on the stage by the water for most of the afternoon. Last year we added something new to the potluck. A pie contest! I love baking and knew I had to enter. My Raspberry Peach pie earned 2nd and I was surprised and delighted. This year, Summer Fest closed out our Legacy Celebration and if you’ve read the previous two posts you know we had moved everything inside when the weather didn’t cooperate. One thing we easily moved inside was the 2nd annual pie contest. Our pies had to be in the kitchen for judging by noon. Our family had other plans pressing on our time the week before, and we planned on attending and volunteering for the Celebration activities on Friday and Saturday. I deliberated whether or not I’d have time to bake a pie until the event organizer asked me directly if I’d be defending my 2nd place prize from last year and try to take 1st place.

My enjoyment for baking and competitive drive to win forced me to sign up. I thought about trying to improve my pie from the previous year, but I realized it would be too easy for the judges to know who it belonged to since many of them were the same leaders who had that privilege last year. I turned to pinterest for inspiration. I determined to combine two recipes for a winning combination.

Blue Jurassic Cherry Pie

This blueberry-cherry pie uses the best of Michigan’s in-season fruit from the filling to the blueberry infused crust. Most of the pie name probably makes sense. How does the ‘Jurassic’ fit in? Instead of creating a traditional basket weave, braided, or slotted crust I found inspiration from the eyes of our six year old. I found a set of dinosaur cookie cutters browsing through HomeGoods one day and knew I’d get plenty of use out of them with a little boy at home. I chose to incorporate the stegasaurus into this summer pie. The Legacy Celebration is honoring the past after all.

I found a blueberry pie recipe first and felt in my heart I had to try it when I saw her unique purple crust. The problem was I don’t prefer blueberry pie. It’s too sweet for me. My husband likes cherries, so I hunted for one of those next and came across one that combines both. I used the blueberry cherry recipe for the filling and the purple crust recipe from my first find. (She includes a gluten-vegan free option too).

Our air conditioning went out before this week, and boy was it a hot one. Hot and humid is not a good combination for pie baking. I made my pie late the night before when I could roll the dough out without the hot sun beating down on it through the window.  I made sure to chill the dough every chance I could throughout the process.

I followed both bakers steps for the crust and filling, with a few tweaks to make my own pie. What do you do when life doesn’t give you lemons? Use limes and citrus wine! I went to two local grocery stores to pick up lemons the day before the contest and they were both out of lemons. I opted for a couple limes instead to get the fresh juice called for in the recipe. With the recipe in mind, I grabbed a bottle of white wine on a Costco run a few days before. I read a few labels and settled on Jim Barry Watervale Rielsing 2017 for it’s light citrus flavors.

 I measured appropriately for the pie filling, finished piecing the crust together to get it in the oven, then poured some into my glass to enjoy as I awaited the finished pie. I love using this colorful, deep dish pie plate from anthropologie. It’s exciting to see the pattern peek through the berries as slices get cut. 

If you’re looking for more step-by-step pics, check out the original web sites I used in their links above. Not enough picture time while baking after 10pm the night before.

The participating entries were on the church’s kitchen counter by noon for the selected judges to enjoy. We were judged on the presentation, flavor, ‘doneness’, technique and overall yumminess of the pie. This was my first time baking this pie and I had to submit it without sampling a slice. I had to be confident that if it looked and smelled good, it must taste good. The extra pie slices were sold at a bake sale happening at the same time, so I finally got to enjoy a piece with my family. It was delicious. I can’t wait to make it again. Sunday evening, indoors still, the results were given. They mentioned the runner up winner, then 3rd and 2nd place winners. I was secretly hopefully, but ready to humbly accept defeat if necessary when my name was called as the first place winner.

Yeah! I’d done it. My Blue Jurassic Cherry Pie won 1st place at our 2nd annual pie contest. A few of the judges approached me afterward, sharing how much they enjoyed it, and my son was so excited for me to receive the etched pie plate declaring my victory.

I will be making this again. Let me know if you try it!

Have you ever entered a pie contest?

Did you make up your own recipe or tweak one?

What do you do when you can’t find necessary ingredients? Give up or create an alternative?

 

Blue Jurassic Cherry Pie

Prep time: 30 min

Cook time: 1 hour

Total time: 1 hour 30 min

Purple Crust:

  • 2½ (335g) cups unbleached all-purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 cup (6oz) all vegetable shortening

 (can use half shortening and half real unsalted butter, if not dairy-free)

  • 1–2 tablespoons maple syrup or sugar (I used sugar)
  • 3–5 tablespoons powder from freeze dried blueberries or berry puree*
  • 4–6 tbsp ice cold water, or until dough comes together (I substituted 2 tbsp with blueberry juice from puree)

Filling:

  • 3 cup sweet cherries, pitted and halved
  • 3 cups blueberries
  • ¾ cup sugar
  • ½ cup all-purpose flour
  • ¼ cup sherry or white wine (I used white wine)
  • 2 tablespoons unsalted butter, cut into bits
  • 2 tablespoons fresh lime juice (original recipe called for lemon)
  • ¼ teaspoon cinnamon
  • ⅛ teaspoon nutmeg

INSTRUCTIONS

Purple Crust:

  1. Combine flour, and salt in a small bowl or food processor. Blend in shortening/butter just until crumbly and no large chunks of fat remain.
  2. If using freeze dried berries, combine blueberry powder and 2–3 tablespoons water in a separate bowl to make a paste.
  3. Add berry paste or puree to flour mixture, along with sweetener, mixing just until combined.
  4. Stir in cold water (and/or blueberry juice), one tablespoon at a time, just until flour comes together to form a ball of dough.
  5. Knead a few times, if needed, to get a uniform color. Shape into a flat disc, cover, and refrigerate while you make the filling.

INSTRUCTIONS

Cherry Blueberry Filling and Assembly:

  1. Roll out half the dough to fit it into a 9-inch deep-dish pie plate, approximately 12 inches, and trim the edge, leaving a ½-inch overhang.
  2. Chill the shell while making the filling.
  3. In a large bowl toss together the berries, flour, sugar, lime juice, wine, nutmeg, and cinnamon until the mixture is well combined.
  4. Mound the filling in the chilled shell, and dot it with the butter.
  5. Roll out the remaining dough into a 14-inch round on a lightly floured surface.
  6. Cut the dough into multiple shapes using your chosen cookie cutter. (cutter about 2′ x 4″ will work)
  7. Brush the edge of the dough in the pie plate with a bit of water or egg wash.
  8. Attach one dinosaur of dough and then take another and attach it. I applied them, nose to tail. Continue with this pattern, taking care to overlap dino spikes over feet of row above until most of pie is covered.
  9. When the pie is covered with your shapes, crimp the edges and brush the dough with the egg wash.
  10. Place the pie on a baking sheet in the middle of a preheated 400°F. oven for 10 minutes, reduce the heat to 375°F and bake for 45 to 55 minutes more, or until the crust is golden and filling is bubbling.
  11. Remove from oven and allow to cool on a wire rack.
  12. Serve warm, room temperature or cold with a scoop of vanilla ice cream or whipped cream.

NOTES

*I made this berry puree for the first time by cooking 1 cup frozen blueberries with a few tablespoons water. I followed the original baker’s advice and used frozen berries to get more of a bright color than fresh ones. Cook down and mash well. Strain through a sieve to smooth.

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Laughter and Love Legacy

Legacy Celebration Saturday continued…

My husband signed up to be in the dunk tank for an hour, so our son and I signed up to be the referee for that time. Family time is important, you know! So is watching your spouse get dunked…repeatedly…for an hour! Haha. Jon is participating in a community play production with some of the kids from our church and sometimes volunteers in our kids’ program. This could explain why the kids left the games inside, food on chairs, and rushed to line up for the chance to dunk Mr. Jon.  A few kids reached for the balls to get started, but I had to stop them. “As his wife, I get to go first”. I picked up all three balls and took my shot. Turns out I only needed one. My first throw nailed the red dot. The trigger released. The seat folded down. Jon dropped straight into the tank. SPLASH! I dunked him! I asked myself why that felt so good and I only gloated when I was far enough away from the tank to avoid being splashed. It was like any little annoyance got washed away and left in the tank. Jon was such a good sport and we all laughed a lot in spite of the slightly chilly, overcast, and drizzly day. Next time we should count the number of dunks. Between kids actually hitting the red dot trigger and those who ran up to slap it when they missed, Jon must have dropped at least two times per minute. Haha. It was satisfying every time.

Psalm 126:4-6

And now, God, do it again— bring rains to our drought-stricken lives So those who planted their crops in despair will shout hurrahs at the harvest, So those who went off with heavy hearts will come home laughing, with armloads of blessing.

Have you ever been in a dunk tank?

Does laughter help you relieve tension in your relationships?

Would you stop kids from running up to press the trigger when they miss?

 

We had a short break at home before driving back for the Saturday evening service. I was recognizing old faces in the foyer already and reliving years of my life flipping through photo albums. My eyes began to well up as soon as I stepped into the FLC. The presence of God was all over and in this Celebration weekend. Ahhh! (comforting sigh) Pastor Bob was leading worship. He’s been my pastor since birth and a supportive shepherd to me as a member and leader in my adulthood. We worshiped as a church family reunited to some of our favorite songs for Pastor Bob to lead. During “Days of Elijah” I welled up with anticipation for our future at LakePoint CC and for the salvation of our community. I glanced around the room, grateful for all those present and those who have gone before me to build our church and pave the way for us to learn and grow to become laborers in the vineyard. As a believer, member of the church and ministry leader, my responsibility is to train and encourage others to do the same in another 35 years. Sentiments were shared honoring Pastor Larry’s 37 years in ministry and Pastor Bob’s 45 years. What a great legacy we have from the years of dedication, service, and loyalty from each of these men and their wives and families. I’m excited for our church future and ready to support our new leadership.

 

How long have you been at your church?

Do you feel like you belong in your church family?

Tag a pastor or leader and include an encouraging word for them in the comments.

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Lasso Legacy

This year our church and Pastors celebrate some momentous occasions, including a recent name change. We had a Legacy Celebration the end of July to honor the history of our church and how that impacts us moving forward. I will be focusing on that weekend in my posts this week, including my award winning pie recipe.

Continue reading “Lasso Legacy”

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Out of Control

My son and I were taking a break inside after spending some time doing yard work. Bohdan asked to try to fill some water balloons with the garden hose nozzle. We paused our show and he went out. Our living/dining room stretches the back of the house with 3 sliding doors leading to the deck. The light blue curtains were draped over the rods at each end so I’d have a clear line of sight. I stayed in to check my email before joining him, then all of a sudden I heard our metal patio furniture banging together and our 6 year old quickly shuffling between them. In the few seconds it took for my brain to register the sounds, I turned to see a spraying hose, whipping back and forth like a writhing snake whose tail was pinched. Bohdan had turned it up higher instead of off. He made a wrong move and had now lost control! I shouted, “just grab the hose and pull it toward you, honey”. B: “I’ll get wet, Mom. I’m already soaked”. He tried briefly and managed to adjust the water pressure in the hose just enough so it slowed down, but now it was spraying through two of the 3 screen doors, left and right, hitting the back of the couch, end table, a few toys and the wood floor. I quickly shut the glass doors and went out the front to run around back and help. I was able to pull it close and point it into the garden while Boh tried to turn it off. It was slow going, so we switched places and ended the water balloon filling experiment for the night. The red and yellow balloons would remain limp on the deck.

 

Romans 8:28  And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.

All things? Yes. Even an out of control hose? I’ve seen it happen with struggles and tough circumstances in my past. God has been faithful to bring me through. Sometimes you are still wet with the consequences of your own actions when you understand that it forces you to get uncomfortable enough to change. Our son just needed to change his clothes that day. I’m thankful he knew he can always call out to me for help, even when he feels he’s made a mistake. I have realized the more I lean in to God in prayer, praise, and with a thankful heart He really ends up working on me more than the situation. My eyes become open to His hand on my life and my ears hear His voice leading me toward His purpose for me.

Have you ever felt like you lost control of something in your life, try to avoid it and find yourself staring at it, wet with consequences?

What happens when you try to handle it on your own?

Name something you felt out of control with and how God worked it for good.

Do you have people in your life you can call out to for help?

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Are colors controlling you?

It happened again! Answer the next few questions and see if you can relate.

  • Have you ever laid out matching outfits for you and your family to wear, and not for family photos?
  • Do you make decisions about what to eat based on what you’re wearing?
  • Will your outfit and accessories coordinate with the presumed décor at the wedding or event you’re attending? Even worse, did that item you gift wrapped off the registry choose your outfit for you?
  • Do you walk out of stores with things that coordinate with what you have on, not necessarily what you need?

I can answer, “yes” to all of these.

Not every person notices, but the ones who do ask if I planned such things. I used to say, “no it just happened”. Now I realize that subconsciously the answer is YES. The colors around me are controlling me!!!  I’m not sure how long this has been going on, but I know I’ve become aware of it over the last few years. The surrounding colors must seep into my eyes, taking control of my brain for the next moment a decision is required. That’s exactly what happened before Leslie’s 10 year anniversary of her dragonfly ministry celebration. I was asked to donate items from my two businesses for door prizes. I set them out the night before, planning to wrap them the next day. I chose my dress and accessories before work, knowing I might be a little overdressed for the event. I went with a two color block dress with a bright fuschia on top and plum below. I added a green chunky necklace and teal shoes, grabbed my smaller purse (the one for going out without my kid) and headed toward the stairs for an early departure. I was stopped in my tracks when I saw the unwrapped gifts. Thankful I knew where all my wrapping supplies were, since I recently organized that room for a sewing project. I grabbed a small assortment of new and used gift bags that were the right size and some matching tissue paper. The problem was, I didn’t have two that would like nice next to each other on the door prize table. I held up my bag options for a quick decision and the colors from my dress took over. The one on the left had shades of pink to match my dress and a small band of aqua, just shades lighter than my teal shoes. The floral tissue paper coordinated perfectly and covered the gift to keep the door prize a secret until it was opened at the party. I wrapped the second gift in a matching piece of tissue paper, attached a business card, and quickly dug out a small roll of baker’s twine in the perfect shade of yellow-orange to make the colors of the flowers pop. As I set them on the seat next to me in the car I realized we matched. “How does this happen every time?” I smiled to myself. With Color’s quick thinking, I still managed to arrive a little early to get the gifts on the table and I was delighted to see how well mine coordinated with the others without any pre-planning. I chatted with a few ladies then stood in front of the desserts, pondering which delicious chocolate covered cake ball to put on my plate. A woman beside me asked, “oh. How do I choose which one? They all look so good.” Without thinking, my fuschia-plum dress answered for me, “choose the one that matches your outfit”, I said aloud! She giggled a little and graciously said she’d never heard that before. I smiled as I snatched one of the cake balls with raspberry drizzle and said, “try it” as I walked to my seat. When my friend and a few others noticed how the gifts also matched my outfit, they asked the question I’ve heard so many times. “Did you plan that?” The colors of my dress and shoes may have controlled my decision, but this time I said, “YES” and took all the credit!

Colossians 3:12-13

Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly, loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you.

Allow the colors of compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience to control your words and actions as you color the world around you one person at a time.

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Where is your “go to spot” to put things you don’t want to forget?

Does anyone else have a container of tissue paper arranged by color?

What color represents each of the 5 characteristics we are asked to clothe ourselves with in Col. 3:12-13

Tag a friend who always notices color changes in your life. (home décor, new clothes, new hair, shoes, purse)

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Black & White and shades of Chevron

Color! Patterns! COLOR!! I love colors! Always have. Pictures throughout my life show how much and reveal I have the same favorites now as when I was young. Color is everywhere. It’s all around us in nature, our neighbors, our closets and homes. Color can evoke different emotions from us. I’m always just a little bit happier when I see shades of blue and green! Aqua, turquoise, teal, agave, robin’s egg blue, cian, lime, jungle green, citron! Ahh!! (Ok, Sarah, you got really excited there.) I know, and color gets even better when infused into patterns, like chevron. I love graphic geometric patterns. The symmetry probably speaks to my desire for order, structure and clear direction. The adult coloring books speak to me too. “Color me, Sarah”. You choose! Choose the colors, the medium. Will it be pencils, markers, gel pens, or Bohdan’s crayons? The pressure or technique used to create texture on a simple black & white page only enhances the original design. I appreciate the contrast of black & white in pictures, on rugs and pillows, table runners, napkins, dishes, staple wardrobe items, and even in the old movies I was forced to watch as a child, but learned to love. I have wondered, “What if that was all I could see”? Black & White without the ability to distinguish colors. Imagine a glimpse into the limited vision of the color blind, learn how animals spot their prey or find places to hide among all the shaded designs around them. You’d have enough of a map to get by and move forward in life, but I wonder if you’d miss the beauty, joy, sorrow, healing, and excitement of color.

See God’s plan without emotions and know He’ll lead us in the way we should go, while allowing us to enhance the path with our individual colors. Those personality traits, experiences, passions, and skills that make each of us unique. Some things in this world are black & white, right & wrong and we are more at peace when we follow those rules. There is order in symmetry. The fun part is…we can color ourselves into the lines. Just like the coloring book pages. Chevron shows the ups and downs of life to me… in a continuous line, moving forward…and I can make it any color I want!

Hebrews 12:14 NIV

Make every effort to live in peace with everyone and to be holy; without holiness no one will see the Lord.

How can one person show holiness to the world? Live at peace with those around you. We are all apart of this life here on earth and when we allow other colors (those things that make us unique) to walk along with us, we create a beautiful pattern, woven together by God’s workmanship. How will you brighten someone’s day today? Add a little of your color to the shades of this chevron life. What’s your favorite color and unique characteristic about yourself? Share in the comments below.

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