While on summer break, when my husband was out of town, I wanted to surprise him by re-doing our home office. All I needed to do was paint over a large mural. After picking out the perfect brick red paint I started the process of preparing the walls. Carefully I taped the baseboards, corners and ceiling. Once the area was prepared, the painting began. It took several coats to cover the mural but when it was finished, I loved the result, until I took the tape off.
Slowly the tape was peeled back and the truth was revealed.The red paint had bled through onto the creme colored walls. "No problem", I told myself since there was extra creme paint downstairs in the basement. after locating the paint that the previous owners had left for us, I pried open the can. Imagine the fun I had as I gazed into the now solidified chunk of creme paint that filled the can!
I had the can with the paint color on it, so surely the local hardware store could color match it. Off I went to find my perfect paint color. As the attendant handed me the paint it appeared to be the one, the perfect match. "That wasn't too hard", I thought.
Entering the room this is what I saw. The paint was not the perfect match as I had thought! After another trip to the store and another mis-match, I combined the first paint with the second and it almost matched the existing walls.
The final result made me happy!
What I learned
I can so often try to replicate what only Jesus can do in my life. I try to satisfy myself with success, clothes, experiences and food. When, oh when, will I learn that only He is the way? I keep trying to make the perfect match, but there is none like Him, none able to save, none able to fill my heart with gladness. There is only one Jesus!