The sun was out today, for the first time in quite a while here. It's been a very grey world - coated in hoar frost with nothing to burn it off. But today the sun did shine and it was lovely.
I watched the kids coming out of my daughter's school and thought of how we Canadians dress so drab in winter - no colour, all blacks and dark greens. I remember how I became so aware of that when we came home from Papua New Guinea that December of '96. I was so used to all the colour of the tropics - the bright reds, oranges, purples - but what was the first thing I did? - bought a dark green coat!
Maybe it's the chameleon syndrome - we all want to fit in so desperately. We mimic our surroundings. Like the day I went to Whitehorse, into my favourite second hand store, and told the salesgirl I needed something "churchy." I'd just become a Christian and didn't own a dress or anything but jeans. No-one told me I should buy new clothes. I just wanted to fit in, so I bought a long blue skirt (dark of course) and a white long-sleeved blouse. It did the job.
I just read a woman's article on how she bought a bright red purse once, knowing she probably would never use it. She didn't want to stand out. But then she decided one day that she really loved that purse - it said something about her that she wanted to say. So she was determined to use it, as a symbol that she was going to be who she was, not the person everyone else wanted to see. It reminded me of a bright orange sweater I have in my closet. I've never worn it. It would make me stand out.
Life is too short for that. And I think God wants us to be who we are. After all, He made us this way. So maybe tomorrow I'll wear the orange sweater. I think it will go quite well on the backdrop of all this grey.