Sound of White

Picture a room with white walls...nothing else.

Now...put a group of men in this room and ask them to describe it.  Well, they would call it a...um....white wall.  Maybe a creative guy would say....plain wall.  Then maybe a guy would find some Family Guy reference, they all laugh. End of discussion.  From their perspective, there is nothing else to talk about.

Switch gears.

Put a group of women in this white-wall room and ask them to describe it.  Well, they may start with the description of "white china" walls.  Some one would inevitably go "Ohhh...nice description," which would eventually lead to this group of girls talking home decor.  You know where my head goes...neutral color palate...white walls, antique finished furniture, sackcloth/linen pillows in tan or beige, Hydrangea flowers sitting in a clear vase, maybe a pop of color like navy (on pillows, a chair, a seat cover, a glass votive on the mantle...wait..yes...there is a fireplace in my imaginary room).  Woah!  You just got yourself a whole room.  FROM A WHITE WALL.

Complicated.  Girls think...a lot.  This thinking can be a battle to fight.  Not that thinking isn't good, but it can often get us in trouble if we let ourselves "go there."  Go where, you ask?  Well...anywhere.  Girls are like spaghetti...they intertwine every detail of their life with another - whether they are related or not and somehow we think into the future and make sure we consider if we need leftovers for tomorrow.  It can be exhausting - this thinking, analyzing, nit-picking, wondering, speculating, assuming, confirming, denying, questioning, revising, re-revising.

Sigh.

My brain needs a break.  Which is exactly my point.  How many times do I have to remind myself that all of those -ings can often be useless and only make things worse.  Women like control...women want to be in control and to know what is coming - I do at least.  Don't get me wrong - I like surprises, but usually, I don't want to wait and I want clarity and answers.  Well, God is funny and doesn't work on my time...and that is always a good thing that I realize after-the-fact.  The part I just need to continually work on is patience and trust.  I think I gave up trust today.  I wanted to do my own thing...didn't want to care to do it right anymore...wanted to know answers and  know "the plan."  No worries, I still don't know "the plan" and I know I never fully will, but I guess that is what makes me come back to stand in a white-wall room and let Him paint the picture.