Playing with camera settings tonight. The kids were asleep and the hubby refuses to let me take his pictures. Ergo, lame self-portrait session ensues…

However, it got me thinking about black and white and me. How I live in black and white. How I breathe black and white. How everything has its time and place. How I want to wrap people and their probelms up in neat black and white boxes….Well,  until about a year ago. Then my black and white started to turn to muted colors. Something shifted and a chasm appeared between my formula and my experience.

Maybe, just maybe, there is more to this world than I can fit in my mind, more to this world than my heart can fully comprehend.

So I have been trying to live in color. To understand differences without adding my bit of judgement to them. To know that all things are created by God and inherently have value. All things, all people, no matter how sinful or ungrateful or unforgiving they may be.

Myself included.

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