When life seems out-of-control, color it. Now and again, quiet time with a box of Crayola Crayons resets the stress level. As I choose a soothing shade to apply to a cheerful retro outline, perspective returns with every smooth stroke on pulpy paper.
I preface quiet time with prayer, giving substance to color. It is God who determined shapes & colors to begin with, after all… I’m seeking to color within the lines He determined. That is the true and only way to realign my insignificant universe within His.
It is really that simple, as simple as the nostalgic memories that return on a whiff of the clean waxy fragrance of a new Crayon. It smells of grade school, when my world and all its problems were much smaller. But then, it’s all relative. No problem is too big or too small for the Creator.
Like a tender teacher, He looks over my shoulder and speaks in a still small voice within. “Try this color. Take your time and stay inside the lines.”