Living the Gray

Our youngest was tasked with dressing as “who she wants to be when she grows up” for theme week at school. That led to a discussion with the older kids about what their dreams for their grown-up selves were.

“I want to be Zak,” my ten-year-old Zak said simply (and with probable sarcasm.)

It struck me as profound. As I wrestle, in middle age, with who I’ve become versus who I wish I was, I need that bold, child-like simplicity.

I want to be me.

I want to be the truest version of Tara I can be. It doesn’t matter where I am in my career (not where I want to be), how much money I have in the bank (not enough), or how impressive my kids are (pretty amazing, but definitely human). What matters most to me is authenticity, living the truth.

It wasn’t so very long ago that life was black and white. I felt secure in my belonging in the evangelical church. We were united in our resistance to the world, to the others…those who sought to corrupt our children, to steal our freedom, to move our country on a path away from biblical morality.

It was all so cut and dried, so easy to understand. Do this and you’ll be protected. Follow the rules and God will bless you. If you love the Lord, everything will work out just fine.

There was a common enemy.

The World. 

So we lived in a bubble of our own construct. We were friends with each other. We worshiped and socialized together. We sought each other out in our workplace to align and become stronger together against the world. We found Christian businesses to support, so that our hard-earned money didn’t support worldly ventures. We were so glad to be part of the family of God.

But that wasn’t me. I kept straining against the box, popping out on occasion to question it all, only to be squashed into submission.

Yet, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss it on some level. I miss the community and I really miss the knowing. As misguided as we were, there was certainty in what we were about. We were sure.

But lately, I can see all sides of every issue, too many sides. I see validity in the views of my “opponents.” There is so much more gray than I ever thought possible.

The old me would never have understood this, but there is grace for gray. People are never one-dimensional. We are created by our experiences, our upbringing, our circle of influence. We can be changed by one simple moment in time…an accident, a lost loved one, the birth of a child with special needs. Those moments shape us, and who am I to determine your shaping is faulty if I haven’t experienced your one moment in time?

People are rich with depth and nuance. Our world is a treasure trove of untold delight mixed with unspeakable suffering. There is little room for black and white, all good or all bad. Truth, while not fluid, is perceived differently by all of us based on our stories.

Woven through it all is an underlying thread of imago Dei, image of God. We are valuable. No matter what we’ve done, or what we believe, we have great worth.

You are valuable. You have great worth.

That truth is mine. It is the basis of everything I am about and all that I am for. You don’t have to fit inside a box to be accepted. Your choices don’t have to reconcile with mine. You are free, and you are loved, and you are worth it. Agreeing with you or not, I am for you. My God is for you. 

It is my great joy in life to see that you are known and loved well. It is my dream that others see imago Dei in you, too.

Instead of hiding in the bubble, locked inside the box, I wish to live tall and free with open hands. I want to have more questions than answers, always seeking the nuance, stretching to reach the heart of each individual in my path.

My truest me is revealing the depth of gray. I’m most authentic when I am peeling back the layers of black and white to expose the blessed hues of gray beneath.cold-snow-black-and-white-road

So, what am I as a grown up? I am me. I am loving and living the gray.

And there is grace for that. 

 

 

2 thoughts on “Living the Gray

  1. I want to say I love reading your blog! You always write things that deepen my walk with the Lord. On this post, I agree with you on just about everything. The one paragraph I keep reading over and over is the one where you write, ‘… there is grace for gray… we are created by our experiences, our upbringing, our circle of influence. Those moments shape us.’

    The word tells us that if we are neither hot nor cold (gray) the Lord will spit us out of His mouth. We are created… by God, in His image and He uses our experiences, our upbringing and our circle of influence to draw us closer to Him, to make us more like Him and to display His glory upon the earth. That’s His plan, relationship with every person on earth.

    Now, do we always do things perfectly? No. But we have to remember that every single day the devil seeks to kill, steal and destroy. I believe with all my heart we need to love all men and women, we need to have open arms, we can’t judge others by their lifestyle or status, but we must not let the enemy make us lukewarm in our beliefs about the word. I believe gray is where the devil lives.

    • I think our definitions of gray may be different. I think I can live wholly sold out to Jesus, with fire and passion (hot), and yet understand and live the truth that life is neither black nor white. I can stand against injustice, but recognize that I don’t have all the answers. I can abhor sin, but know that escape from its influence (individually and systemically) is not a one-size-fits-all approach. I can understand that Jesus is the answer, but also listen with all of me to those who take a different path, knowing they have much to teach me. Gray, in my eyes, is not rejected by my God, but simply a greater understanding of the complexities and the beauty of this world that He’s created.

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