Gray Makes Way For Blue.

“Faith is being certain of what we can not see.” Hebrews 11:1

A particular long-term program for adolescent young men with life challenging issues works this way:  upon admission a student is given an orange t-shirt to wear. After a period of time, if the student demonstrates leadership among fellow students, he graduates to a gray t-shirt. Should forward progress continue to be made, specifically with regard to godly character and integrity, he is ultimately awarded a blue t-shirt.

Orange makes way for gray. Gray makes way for blue.

Now, last I checked, the power to transform a life still rests with the Lord and isn’t found in an ordinary cotton t-shirt. Gray Makes Way For Blue-7-picmonkeyEven if it’s manufactured by Fruit of the Loom. But the hope here is that God will work within the heart of the student and that this will be evidenced by the transition in color from orange to gray to blue.

Alas, a young man enrolled in this program could be demoted from the coveted blue status to gray if he allows himself to give into gray thoughts and attitudes. And a student who hasn’t yet been awarded a blue shirt doesn’t mean that a god-honoring blue doesn’t exist somewhere within his heart.

Gray Makes Way For Blue-6-picmonkeyI see those same colors when I cast my eyes heavenward and have discovered a similar truth.

Dismal gray clouds, weighted with water, release their burden and ultimately showcase a soothing blue sky, right?

They move aside to reveal what has always been.

And when gray clouds re-accumulate – because God designed His creation such that it must – my faith in the unseen allows me to know for certain the blue sky still remains.

In every circumstance, I’m certain blue will emerge again and make its grand appearance. Gray Makes Way For Blue-5-picmonkeyOnly the sovereign God knows when this will occur. Until then, my faith in the existence of a hidden blue sky holds my hand as I sit beneath a shroud of gray and wait for that blessed moment.

Things Work Out

by Edgar Guest

Because it rains when we wish it wouldn’t,
Because men do what they often shouldn’t,
Because crops fail, and plans go wrong-
Some of us grumble all day long.
But somehow, in spite of the care and doubt,
It seems at last that things work out.

Because we lose where we hoped to gain,
Because we suffer a little pain,
Because we must work when we’d like to play-
Some of us whimper along life’s way.
But somehow, as day always follows the night,
Most of our troubles work out all right.

Because we cannot forever smile,
Because we must trudge in the dust awhile,
Because we think that the way is long-
Some of us whimper that life’s all wrong.
Gray Makes Way For Blue-2-picmonkeyBut somehow we live and our sky grows bright,
And everything seems to work out all right.

So bend to your trouble and meet your care,
For the clouds must break, and the sky grow fair.
Let the rain come down, as it must and will,
But keep on working and hoping still.
For in spite of the grumblers who stand about,
Somehow, it seems, all things work out.

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I no longer let rainy days get me down. Because an expansive blue sky always hovers above me. Gray Makes Way For Blue-picmonkeyAnd gray will make way for blue in God’s good timing.

“Faith is being certain of what we can not see.” Hebrews 11:1

4 Comments

  1. Thank you! 🙂 May God’s Spirit flow from heart to brain to keyboard and ultimately into the hearts of readers.

  2. meomurian says:

    I love the reminder that the blue sky is always there. BTW, did you know that the poem you used was one of our maternal grandmother’s favorites, one she often quoted the last lines from, and which our mother then used in difficult circumstances, and quoted to us.

  3. Always, always blue sky! I recently found myself repeating the phrase, “Somehow our skies grow bright and everything seems to turn out right”, remembering a plate at home on the wall that has this printed on it and some talk among you all that this poem was special to Mom. I was unaware of its cool history, and I’d never heard Mom quote it to me directly, but she acted on it often.

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