“Something borrowed.
Something blue.
Something extraordinary.
Something true.”
Echoed in Dolly’s thoughts as she reached beyond the mundane to recreate the dream she had since a child.
She had a poets heart and an artists eye and yet her logical mind honed by instincts in the basic survival one needed to “pay the bills.” This was her extraordinary.
At the end of her day, she just wanted time go home. She hadn’t found it yet and the dream lingered throughout her many assignments.
For eons it seemed she had searched for the right house only to find designs out of the “Big Box” stores and all painted in “greige.” So she settled for rentals. This was her borrowed.
She still trusted in God that the vision was from Him.
God saw her unwavering faith and reminded her in John 6:37, “All that the Father gives me will come to me, and whoever comes to me I will never cast out.” just as her employer sent her on assignment to a small northern town that she saw it! It was blue. It was old. Not like 30-40 years old, but a hundred years old.
And she knew she had come home when she walked into the bedroom. Here was the sanctuary from the “black and white, everything must be logical” life like a halcyon bird building her nest in the crashing waves. Here is where she could retreat to restore her soul, and her life back to who she was born to be.
An artist painting the hope of Jesus. This was her true.
And then her phone rang…
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