I woke up last night dreaming about black and white. Not the colors, exactly. But the idea that things can be exact. Either/or. One way or the other. Defined. It’s black or it’s white.
There are so many instances going on in my world right now that fall outside the realm of black and white. And when I stop to think about it, most all issues have a gray area. There are not two sides to every story, there are three.
Breaking laws and sin and poverty and relationships and faith and just, life, are not so easily defined. There isn’t some imaginary line drawn in the sand and one side is right and the other is wrong. Or maybe there is, but that sand-drawn line is, in reality, three miles wide. And sometimes we are stuck right in the middle of that three-mile abyss, not sure which way to turn.
If you, like me, are struggling to navigate this gray area right now, I wish you luck. It’s a tough place to be, but I feel certain we’ll make the right choice. Or even better, maybe we can just rest in the gray area for a while.
girl the grey area. oh the grey. i struggled to get comfortable here because i feel like i have to have answers and reasons and convictions to justify my place… but over the last few months i’ve come to realize no one knows it all and it’s just easier to say, i’m in the grey because i don’t know. and until i know, here i will remain. the grey asks us to be engaged and exploring and curious, all things i love to think of myself as… so here i stand proud and prepared. 🙂 i hope it comes to be a place you love (even just a tiny bit).
You know, the grey area isn’t such a bad place to be, once you get used to it 🙂