I’m not a big fan of painting. I don’t mind it, but it’s not my favorite.
The taping, the drop cloth, the trimming… all the prep work is tedious. Once the roller is out though, it’s a breeze.
I was painting one of the rooms at Refuge today and I was being SO CAREFUL. Taking my time, making sure the brush didn’t slip from my hand, ever so gently placing the brush on that razor’s edge between the wall and the ceiling, trying to get as close to the crease as possible without getting blue paint all over the ceiling. It was slow-go for a while.
I’m not sure why I was so worried, because nobody ever looks at the crease between the wall and the ceiling do they?
Think about it. Nobody walks into a room and looks around pinpointing the paint job at the top of the wall. Some people might, I guess. But most don’t. So why was I so concerned?
The little things do make a big difference. Then I started thinking about how if I were to mess up, if i drop this paint brush, or get it on the ceiling, or drip excess paint all over the floor… or myself, it will be on their for a long time. Unless I get to it quickly and even then, the residue of my mistake will remain. You’ll see the remnants of the cool blue paint I was using.
You only get one shot with a paint loaded brush.
Sometimes – a lot of times – the same is true with our choices.
There are some amazing people over at POTSC.com that talk about being a person of the second chance, turning failures and shortcomings into success and examples of radical grace and integrity and I love that because God knows I need second chances.
Just because we get second chances doesn’t mean we should forget about the paint we’re using though. We can still be careful and wise about the choices we make. Taking time to remember that the small things make a big difference. Just because somebody doesn’t walk into a room and look at my paint job near the ceiling doesn’t mean I shouldn’t attempt to get it right the first time.
Just because people don’t see what you do in private doesn’t mean that you should compromise and make a mistake. Because although people may not see the mistake, they’ll see the residue of it. You might be able to clean up the majority of the mess, but some of the aftermath will remain. Just like the paint, reminding you of the mistake you made.
Oh yes, I’m a person of the second chance, but that doesn’t mean I want a free ticket to screw up all the time. I want to use my second chance as motivation to make the wise choice the FIRST time. Because we all fail, but that doesn’t mean we have to live in failure.
Paint on my friends.