Painting

I've been painting a house for awhile and when you paint it gives you a tremendous amount of time to think. I noticed that painting can be very similar to life. Most people paint to cover up scuff marks or they feel like a change. The old paint goes away and a bright new color goes up. Yet the old color still lingers in your mind. You can remember what it looks like and where most of the marks were, but to everybody else, it looks brand new. In life it can be somewhat the same, something happens to you that you don't like or wish to think about and you build a brick wall around yourself or paint over those things so you look brand new. Nobody can see it on the outside, but to you, you remember everything like it was the day it happened.

Every time something happens a new coat goes up, until coat after coat and layer after layer build up and there is nothing else you can do to make it look better again. Sometimes things get gouge marks and you need to replace them but the rest of you is still hurting. When that happens in painting, you can scrape away the layers of paint until you're back to the drywall you first started out with. You maybe even take the wall down and rebuild it. But who is there to pick at the painting that encompasses us, who is there to tear it down until the real us shows through again?

God is.

Sometimes He sends others who come and break through the wall and help us chip away at the hurt and pain. Its an amazing feeling to see it crumble to the ground before our very eyes. Sometimes He, The Painter, comes and destroys our old self and builds us new. Whatever it may be, you can be sure He is there, starting that tearing down process, so you may be brand new once again.