I am ashamed to admit that I did not know this incredible fact until last Sunday – that when a caterpillar turns into a butterfly, they have totally different DNA. Isn’t that incredible? How does this occur? When you study it, it’s even more miraculous than just talking about it. And I have to say, when I hear people believing in the “big bang” theory, I just want to scream, “Are you nuts? How in the world did a big bang create the chameleon, the fish in the sea that know how to hide, the animals who love and mate for life, the plants that feed us and provide medicine?” And add the caterpillar and the butterfly to the list. How one ugly, creepy creature turns into an entirely different “person” in one of the most beautiful forms of artistic creation God is capable of?
All this has reminded me of my latest project. For years, our bedroom was gold and cranberry. It was really pretty, but kind of got old – you know, cranberry is “gone” and it was a little darker than I wanted. So I changed to a blue bedspread with brown accents, got some new chairs that matched, new wall hangings, the whole ball of wax. Didn’t like it from the first minute. Kept adding different decorative touches and still didn’t like it. But you know, when you’ve paid good money for all this stuff, you can’t just get rid of it, so I was stuck. Been stuck for a couple years with this blue bedspread and all its trappings. Couldn’t wait to get rid of it.
I figured a couple years is a good enough waiting period to use something – and besides, we have a cabin that needs bedding now, so I can just “repurpose” it and not have to look at it every day. So I get a new bedspread that still matches the gold paint so I don’t have to paint the walls, get some curtains and blinds to match, but my chairs that went with the blue are patterned and won’t match at all. So it’s new chairs, and then there’s another big expense. Being a Vannest, I just cannot bring myself to pay the price for reupholstering when you can buy a new chair for that same amount. We had these cranberry chairs that were in the bedroom originally, and they were the best chairs – extremely comfortable and the perfect size. They had been relegated to the kid/toy room when the bedroom got redone.
So I got this hairbrained idea to just paint those cranberry chairs. I mean, you see people on the internet doing it all the time, don’t you? So I watch some videos, look at people’s blogs, buy me some cream paint and some fabric medium, and to town on these chairs I go. I probably should insert that these were Tom’s favorite chairs, and when he heard of my plan, he was not all about it. This is a man who has no decorating sense – when we got married, his house walls were ALL cream, totally devoid of hardly any pictures or anything. Cream everywhere. And when he moves in with me and I’m painting my son’s room with dark purple and teal and black stripes, he about hyperventilated. So he is about to plant his rear in these chairs to save them, but I got my painting started while he was at work, so it was too late!
The first coat went on really splotchy, like I’m thinking it will never cover. Long story and five coats later, I have these beautiful cream chairs. The internet stories said the only problem is that the fabric gets kind of rough, sort of like duck fabric. So in between coats, I would sand the fabric down a bit before the next coat. But by two coats in, I knew you were not going to want to sit in these chairs in shorts or something, or you might end up feeling like you’d just encountered a brair patch….
Anyway, in the end, they are in the bedroom and they match and the whole scene is serene and peaceful, all grey and cream and gold. Just gorgeous. I wait for the chairs to really dry before I sit in them for the first time. Imagine my surprise when this huge ripping sound comes out of the chair just as you sit down – think industrial Velcro tearing apart or a brand new potato chip bag getting sat on….I died laughing, as I’d been hearing what a mistake I’d made and how I’d ruined these chairs and yada yada yada. In comes Tom, and I say nothing. He goes over to the other chair and begins to sit down. I start laughing before he even gets his rear on the chair. He hears this huge sound of the ripping, and he jumps up like he’s been caught on fire, turns around and looks at me. I’m still laughing over it.
Okay, and I get it – I’ve ruined the chairs. Although, I am ever the optimist, I still think we will wear them down so they won’t squeal so loud, or I hear you can wax your paint and that makes them softer. I truly had to rest on the chairs for a while, after the five coats, so we’ll see how long it takes me to get that wax on. For now, I just hold my ears everytime I sit down – LOL.
And you are wondering where in the world this is going, I’m sure. These chairs have got me to thinking: Is this what we try to do rather than turn our lives over to the Lord for a full transformation, a change in our DNA? Do we paint coat after coat after coat, trying to make our cranberry lives look like they’re cream? There’s constant cranberry showing through, and on top of that, anytime someone touches us, we’re rough to the touch, and if we get sat on, wow, the real noise comes out! See, you can’t fake people, and you can’t fake God. We can paint ourselves until we’re blue in the face, but until the Creator changes us from the inside out, we’re just still a cranberry life hiding in a cream shell. If you are struggling, trying to live as a Christian, or just struggling with life in general, there is an answer, and it is simple: Turn your life over to Jesus Christ – just believe in Him – and you will experience the most incredible change you have ever though possible – He will clean you up, He will give you joy, He will give you a whole new outlook on life! And no more will you screech and scratch everytime someone brushes up against you…..instead, you will surprise yourself with the love you feel for absolute strangers.
My name is Teresa Evans. I am a wife to Tom, a retired Circuit Judge, and I am a court reporter by trade, a mother by God's grace and a lover of Jesus Christ. I've grown up in a family blessed with many miracles, and have received multiple miracles myself.