I’m leaving for Malawi tomorrow. Even typing it out still feels surreal.
I have no idea what to expect. I have no idea what is going to happen. I have no idea what God is going to do there. Just thinking about it makes me at a lost for words…
How did I spend my last day stateside before going to Africa for two and a half weeks? Painting. Painting walls, that is. Which I actually, strangely enjoy. My mom and I spent the day in my bedroom covering up my lovely turquoise polka dotted walls from my sophomore year of high school with a ‘more mature looking’ gray. As much as I loved my polka dots, I couldn’t help but smile at my silly taste back then. Who covers their bedroom walls with giant turquoise polka dots? 16 year old Krysti Wilkinson, that’s who. Thats not the point though. While I was sitting there, painting over one polka dot after another, I was amazed that my new color covered up the old so well. You really can’t even tell there was something ever under it. A few swipes of my paint brush and it was goodbye polka dots. It made me wonder if that is how God feels when he gives us a new start. Covering up our, sometimes embarrassing, pasts. Painting over what we used to want so bad, with what we now come to realize is better for us. Giving us a beginning so fresh, no one can see what was underneath. I wonder if He enjoys that kind of painting as much as I enjoy bedroom-wall-painting. I’m pretty sure He does.
Maybe God is going to do some painting in my life over in Malawi. Maybe He is going to leave it the current color I have it. I don’t really know. I guess I’m about to find out!