I took some color samples to our board meeting this afternoon. Our open-air venue house, opened up in the back with a 20 foot opening for a stage area, is ready for paint colors to be chosen. I had checked pictures on the internet for clues of how to pain a Victorian house, and had carefully picked paint samples that best represented the house’s style and era. My choice was blue/white, but I added a pretty green/white combo, and some tan colors I hoped nobody would like. I was feeling generous about giving everyone a choice.
The first director picked the green sample. Not too bad… I could live with that, I thought. The next two directors pounced on the tan samples. Oh no, I thought. They went on to explain how the raw wood they had planned for the porch columns would look so good with that color. Raw porch columns? I had pictured them painted white. Man, what a hot mess…blue paint with white trim and Western accents? That didn’t compute. It would be like asking a cowboy to wear a lace bandana. Now, I could see that happening, not!
I have repeatedly been frustrated with governing by committee, or by directors with the same amount of influence. But I have fought to keep the organization under theocracy rule (God being the primary director and the rest of us forced to pray into agreement.) If we don’t agree, we have to go back and pray until we come into agreement. It is more work but a fine idea. It has worked thus far. So, keeping this in mind, I go back to God and ask him about what color He chooses. He chose the tan color! Alright, I go back to the computer and search for a house with that basic color with different trims. I finally found two possibilities that could work. Do I dare go back to the other directors? What if they shoot my suggestions down and go for something drab and gloomy?
This project has been my baby from the start. I don’t want to give up my dream. And then I thought, maybe God was giving each of us a different part of the design so when we put it together, it would be fantastic. I could see I wanted to have a clean, crisp Victorian design with an English-garden yard and grounds. They were wanting Western rough wood and a wagon wheel chandelier. Different concepts. So how do you merge the two different styles? Decorators do it all the time when a couple can’t agree on styles. So why should it even matter? I get such joy from creating an ambiance in a project’s details. I want to rejoice in it and offer it to others so they can enjoy it too. That’s my payoff. I wonder what theirs is.
Okay, I give in and accept the wagon wheel chandelier, and am willing to see the house evolve into a unique design that will offer comfort, hospitality and inspiration to others. For, ultimately it’s not about pleasing myself, but providing a place of peace and rest for others. Maybe that cowboy would wear a lace bandana if his sweetheart was the one who made it for him.