Color and a Book Review

As a little girl my Dad would tease me about always wearing things that had posies (flowers) on them. I was that girl, dresses and flowers. My teenage bedroom smelled of flowers and was decorated in sunflowers, my very favorite flower. They are bright and beautiful, following the sun and gathering up as much of its rays as it can the sunflower has always attracted me.

Having said all that, would you be shocked at all to find out our bed still has big flowers (not actual sunflowers, but still a posies girl) and our bedroom/bathroom always has a floral scent? I didn’t think so!

But what I expect will surprise you is our living room is muted and not at all popping with color. Actually, it’s kind of bland. In my mind I decided that it was my duty because I am the only female in our home (aside from a very bossy cat) that the colors need to suit the majority and not my personal tastes. So we have browns and greens all in earthy “eh” hues (eh is an official term that I use for not very exciting). Even now I am looking into my living room from the bright kitchen table into the living room and it’s dark. Not very fun, but I never would have considered this or thought much about it if it hadn’t been for the launch team I am involved in.

Change Your Home, Change Your Life With Color by Moll Anderson did in fact do exactly what it promised! It helped me to find my color story, bring life and color into my home and in turn add some freshness to our dull space.

I loved everything about this book. The words, the pictures, the layout..EVERYTHING. It’s gorgeous and I inhaled it.

I can now tell you I do not care for the color orange. I do not have a reason to not like it, it’s just not a color I love. It falls under “eh” for me.

Likewise though I can tell you that turquoise is a significant part of my color story. It’s bright and lovely. I tend to wear varying shades of turquoise quite a bit, so much so that a friend thought it was my favorite color. It’s not, but I do love it so!

Each chapter in this book is broken down by color. Fabulous colors that bring life to spaces. But this book isn’t just about decorating. It’s about grasping parts of your life attached to colors and taking hold of them. It’s about going deep and beckoning the true you to be on the surface.

OH! and it’s about compromise because the other people in your home might not like “Barbie pink” as much as you do.

So, lets go back to our living room. I shared my thoughts with Jim and he quickly took them to heart and worked with me to find some throw pillows and other pops of color to add life into this space. It’s a long way off and we are still working on it, but I see our color stories merging to create a beautiful space.

I am fully aware that I say every book is incredible. Every book should be read. Every book should have a special place on your bookshelf, but this one needs a place in your home and heart. And, speaking of bookshelves, try organizing yours by color rather than topic or size…you’d be amazed at how it changes your space (this wasn’t in the book but I think it could have made a nice addition).

You can preorder this amazing book on AmazonBarnes & Noble, or at your favorite book store!



No More Faking Fine Book Review

I literally stumbled across this launch team; unlike all the others that were sent to me via email or through a friend, I found Esther Fleece’s Facebook post about No More Faking Fine and its launch team entirely on my own.

I have to admit I wasn’t sure at first what I thought. The word that the book is kind of based off is “lament” and that scared me because when I think of lament pretty flowers and sunrays don’t come up. But what I learned was that on the otherside of lament is the pretty flowers and sunrays.

Esther defines lament as a passionate expression of our pain that God meets us in.

Again, this definition scared me because I have found that passionate anything usually is loud and lamenting is sad so loud sadness…nope, sorry, not for me. Boy, was I wrong! It is for me! It’s for you, too! We fake fine, brush pains aside and meander through life not stopping to deal with them. Because if we do then we have to come face to face with some truths and realities that are frankly unpleasant and it’s hard. But it is also worth it.

When we fake fine and leave lamenting at the side we damage ourselves and like Esther Fleece started to do, damage her relationship with God because she thought He didn’t want the hurts she carried. Faking fine is the chain and lament is the freedom. The art and act of lamenting pulls us down to still, calm, and near to God. It’s us crying out and waiting.

So what am I saying? Really that despite how afraid I was of the truths of this book I needed it. It’s worth every penny. It’s worth every second that it takes to read it. Don’t be flippant and arrogant as I was about the it being just another book, allow the words to soak in.

This is probably my shortest book review I’ve ever done, but I believe this book stands on its own two feet (if a book had feet).


Snap the Crack

About a year ago on his walk home from school Noah was swinging his lunchbox around not paying attention to his surroundings he whacked it up against a tree. It didn’t break, but it did crack. I was able to pop the piece back together and though you could see the crack it still worked just fine for carrying his lunch. For some reasons passing understanding he stopped carrying a lunch box in exchange for a plastic bag so Jim is now using the cracked lunch box.

The crack is still visible but no one pays attention to it until it no longer held in the contents of the lunch. See, Jim had put a container of pickles in his lunch and apparently the lid was not on the pickle container securely because it leaked. If the lunchbox had been properly cared for it may have never had a crack that eventually caused a pickle juice mess in the bottom of Jim’s work bag.

So, why am I telling you this?

Well, that crack reminds me of past hurts. We snap ourselves back into place; seemingly unhurt, undamaged. But eventually our cracks start to ooze out the hurts and the pickle juice is everywhere! Oh, the mess our exposed cracks really do leave! Pickle juice leaves a residue that is sometimes sticky and slimy not to mention a very distinct and hard to get rid of odor.

Hurts are like that too. In an effort to hold in the hurts we say and do things out of pain and hurt that we may have never done to begin with. We speak from a place of pain. We lose a piece of ourselves by just snapping back together a crack rather than dealing with it. We need something more than a quick fix.

I know it seems like the easy thing to just brush yourself off and pretend that thing didn’t happen or that it didn’t hurt you, but it did. There is hope and there is better than the appearance of OK. 

One Sunday morning at church I saw a sweet friend of mine and asked her how she was. She sucked her self in and stood tall(or as tall as a 5ft tall person can), gave me a radiant smile that didn’t touch her eyes and said “I’m great”. Not buying it I said “It’s okay not to be great.” and to that she revealed a struggle she was going through. We sometimes need permission not to be great. It’s okay to have bad days, it’s okay for the crack to be visible.

So what do we do when we are not okay?

  1. Don’t hide it. Find someone you love and trust, who loves you enough to be a soft place to land, and share your heart with them.
  2. Pray. The Bible says we are His workmanship. He created us and He can restore us.
  3. Chocolate heals. Yes, I said it. Eat some chocolate in your favorite cozy time.
  4. Write out your pains. Put them down on a piece of paper not so you linger over them but that you physically release them.
  5. Take a walk. Now you’ve left them on the paper, get out and move. Shake it off. Breath deep. There is restorative power in a beautiful day with fresh air and seeing how alive the world is.

I am guilty of this too guys, but maybe we can learn this together. We’ll be in each other’s corner reminding each other that it’s okay to process and deal with the hurt.