I’m surrounded by wallpaper pattern books as we try to
decide how to redecorate a bedroom and the dining room. Neither has been
touched for over 25 years; suffice it to say, it’s time.
So many designs; so many colours. I thought I wanted
something dramatic like black and white with a vibrant splash of red somewhere,
but now I find myself drawn to shades of antique blues, rosy pinks and pale
golds. Each colour creates a mood. Would a darker wall make for a warmer glow
for a candlelit dinner in the dining room – provided I remember to light the
candles!? Or would it make the room just feel dismal in this northern country
where the sun doesn’t shine as much as we’d like?
That’s why I’ve got a yellow
kitchen, hallway and conservatory – trying to maximise the weak sunlight.
Geometric or floral? Striped or dotted? Plain or embossed?
Does it really matter what’s on the walls of our home? Not
really, and yet ... God made this world full of beauty and diversity and colour
and shape. He didn’t need to make a giraffe with a ludicrous neck, or an
elephant with a ridiculous trunk, but he did and it adds to the richness of
life. He didn’t need to make each individual unique, every fingerprint a
one-off, every personality different from every other personality. But he did,
because he is the God of the massive, and the God of the minute. The God of the
vast expanse and the God of the tiny detail. And I think he looks at us and
delights to see us explore our own inner creative possibilities.
What we put on the wall maybe doesn’t matter so much as the
process through which we go as we consider all those choices, and try to come
to a compromise with each other.
I praise God that we don’t live in a world that is just
fifty shades of grey.
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