On this first day of showing thanks, I want to pay homage to the house where my dreams came alive; the house which birthed the idea of RECOLORED. At the time I moved in, so much was going on in my life. I was on the cusp of letting it all go, but feeling way too comfortable in pain.
I was struggling with balancing my life as a single mother, head softball coach, and finishing my Masters in Education. In addition, moving into this house was the second attempt of moving out on my own after spending three years with my parents in order to recover physically, mentally, and emotionally from my divorce.
“Devote yourselves to prayer with an alert mind and a thankful heart” (NLT).
I spent hours in the back room of this house meditating on Gods word and putting pen to paper my honest thoughts. That little back room is where I fell in love with writing and my relationship with Christ. Each morning, I would look forward to my quiet time in the back room where it was just me, a new crisp page in my journal, and the Bible.
But it was on Thanksgiving morning in 2013, when I was sitting at the kitchen table, polishing my fingernails while waiting on my green bean casserole and it hit me! RECOLORED! I am recoloring my life one shade at a time.
I am a blank canvas and God will redefine my life in his own color. So thankful for the house on Houston street that taught me how to become
Reborn. Renewed. Recolored.