Is there a colour you just avoid?
is was mine.
When we were away on our road trip last month I woke from a very vivid dream on the morning of the second day. In the dream I was standing in a yellow kitchen - a 50's style of kitchen with a large faded and worn wooden table and matching chairs, yellow gingham tablecloth, white vase filled with yellow and white daisies, and a wide yellow floral curtained window above the sink...and I was happy.
Not the happy where you feel gooey and nice about a sweet baby advert on the telly, but the happy that wells up from deep inside your heart and fills every cell of your being. The kind of happy that radiates so wide you feel like you're walking on sunshine and nothing could ever be more wonderful.
The feeling I had deep within as I stood looking over that yellow kitchen took my breath away and I carried it inside me for the next day or two, not sharing a word with Mr E about it until I could no longer access the tangible emotion my dream had evoked.
On the third morning of our trip I told him about the dream and a few tears fell from my eyes as I realised there is a difference between the 'joy of the Lord' I hold dear all the time and in all circumstances, and personal happiness that fills and overflows from the human heart. What a revelation that was!
Emotion aside, the oddest thing about the kitchen and it's furnishings were all the different shades of yellow, and I am NOT a yellow person. I use it sparingly, if at all. I never choose yellow, and I never wear yellow. My response to the question "what about yellow?" is yuk. Every time.
So why did this yellow kitchen fill my happy tank to overflowing?
No idea yet, but I'm sure in time the Lord will bring clarity.
On Saturday I walked through each room of the house looking for evidence of yellow.
Mr E watched quizzically as I hunted in and around, up and down, camera in hand, muttering under my breath "there must be yellow here somewhere" and and occasional "aha!" Wise man, he did not ask what I was doing but quietly headed outside to work on my car.
Here's all the yellow I found in my home...
When I looked, really looked, at the interior of my home, it was glaringly obvious that those few touches of yellow 'lifted' every scene in which they were placed.
And then in walks Mr E and begins explaining (in male technical jargon that drifts way over my head) what was wrong with the electrical system in my car, and the biggest 'aha' dropped from my lips.
My car is yellow.
And anyone who knows me face to face knows that I love my little yellow Lancer.
The first time I saw one it stole my heart, and many years later (2013) Mr E bought me one.
It's 12 years old and he cares for it diligently so I can keep driving it here and there for another 12 years.
How odd of me.
I'm re-acquainting myself with Yellow this year, and as you can see I have formally apologised for my less than welcoming behaviour towards it in the past.
Hopefully it will forgive me and we'll get along swimmingly for ever and ever.
Is there a colour you've avoided?