Sometimes gray seems negative, dreary, drab, cold, sad, or mediocre. “Black and white” people don’t really care for gray areas and/or dismiss them all together.

As I sit in my local coffee shop, I am surrounded by gray. The gray of the cement that is exposed from the underbelly of the stairway, the gray and white tiles of the backsplash, the stainless steal of the equipment and the gray weathered wood adorning the walls. This is one of my favorite places to be.

There is a slideshow on the TV that rotates artwork. It’s a project of the Kalos Foundation and today it displayed the paining above: Emil Carlsen’s Study in Gray. When it appeared and took it’s turn among the carousel of artwork, it moved me. It’s so simple. It’s gray. I adored it at once.

One thing you may not know about me is that I love a neutral color palette! I feel like it leaves room to really showcase any pop of color while keeping things calm and serene. I like calm and serene. My home is a very neutral, not boring, but neutral with touches of color that reflect the seasons.

I think my life is a gray palette. To me that isn’t boring or drab, even though I have struggled to think so. To me, it means a neutral slate for God to showcase His beauty on and through. I say that not in arrogance, as if I’m showing Christ so well in all I do, but to recognize that the beauty and joy people may see in me is only because of the color God paints in my life.

Being gray means my color isn’t fighting His. Being a gray palette is a neutral slate to begin with, a starting point you might say. It’s only by the red blood of Jesus that was shed on a cross for my sins, did I become white as snow and all my fleshly colors became a neutral palette for Him to create and use.

Isaiah 64 and Jeremiah 18, paints the picture of God as the potter and us as the clay. It think this is such a beautiful representation, a poignant picture in our mind’s eye. Clay has no beauty in its beginning stages, but there is so much potential locked within it grayness, (Yes, I know there are many colors of clay…but hang with me on the gray.) The clay cannot will itself to be beautiful, useful, or valuable. It must to be pliable in the potter’s hand, bending and stretching to his touch. It must be supple. A hard piece of clay cannot be transformed into a useful vessel or a valuable art piece unless it is made pliable and worked by the potter’s hand.

And there it is. The Potter’s Hand. It is gentle, but firm. It is controlled and moves with intention. It works to shape and smooth the clay. The potter’s wheel is a place where the clay becomes beauty in the hands of the potter. Without the hands, the clay would be slung off into a splatted mess!

Of course the fire that will give this vessel strength and stability is to come, but even in the firing process, the potter is gentle.

And then…color. Stains, glazes and paints bring vibrancy and the punches of color express even more clearly the potter’s creative side. Even the vessel remains the earthen color of the clay, the beauty of worth and purpose are clear.

I am gray clay. In many areas the Potter’s hands are working on me to create new purpose. In other areas, I am as well loved and used vessel with colors that are like no-one else. The scratches and chips add to the authentic-ness and beauty of this piece…well, at least I like to think so.

Today I am taking time to pray and ask God what new thing He is doing in me and thanking Him for making the gray purposeful and beautiful and for adding all the color that makes life vibrant. Maybe the next time you enter a room with a neutral decor, or walk outside on a cloudy day that feels gloomy or dismal, ask God to help you see the beauty in the grayness, and then you can ask Him to show you vibrant pops of color that only stand out because of the gray.

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