I absolutely love colors. That’s why I paint so often.
Let me clarify that: I only paint walls.
If you have read any of my previous articles, you know I don’t have any artistic abilities — at all. I even struggle to do a paint by number correctly.
My husband Tim has often called me a “Painting Fanatic.”
In the past 10 years, I have painted each wall in our house at least once. Right now, the bathroom walls are getting their third change of color. Soon, I will also repaint one of the bedrooms. I simply can’t help myself.
When we go to a paint or hardware store, I have to see the display of the all the paint cards. I am entranced by all the beautiful colors.
Where did I get my love and appreciation for colors? In a word: rainbows.
One of my earliest memories is of my mother telling about God’s promise of the rainbow. (Genesis 9:9-17.)
From that point on, I searched the sky for a rainbow after it had rained. I didn’t just look out a window. Oh no.
I would run outside and stand with my back to the sun. I have done this at work. First, I make sure everybody is good for me to step outside for a few minutes. Most of them got used to it.
Over the years, I have seen countless beautiful rainbows.
There were even some double rainbows, but the most intense one occurred back in the late ’80s. At that time, I worked at Baptist hospital. We had to park on the other side of the Henley Street Bridge. I pulled into the parking lot and backed up into a spot. I shifted the gear into park and looked up.
I literally couldn’t not speak or move for a few minutes. In front of me was the most vibrant and intense rainbow I had ever seen. It was simply breathtaking. To me, it seemed to pulsate with color.
I was listening to the radio and the announcers were even talking about the people calling in about the rainbow. To be honest, some were just excited since it seemed to be over Neyland Stadium. I don’t know how long I sat in my car before it dawned on me that I was almost late for work. As I walked toward the hospital, I kept looking back at God’s masterpiece glimmering in the sky.
“And he that sat was to look upon like a jasper and a sardine stone: and there was a rainbow round about the throne, in sight like unto an emerald.” Revelation 4:3 (KJV)
As beautiful as that rainbow was in the sky that day, I know it pales as to what awaits the Believers in Heaven. Revelation can only give us a glimpse of its beauty. But I like to believe there will be vibrant colors there that we haven’t yet seen. I hope you make sure you can see them yourself one day.
When we get to Heaven, I can imagine Tim saying, “Well, at least Brooke can’t find walls to paint here.”