Sometimes one picture says it all... The color, the mood... Blue.
Blue has always been my favorite color, at least for as long as I can remember. The walls of my teenage bedroom (the first room I didn't have to share, so could therefore choose the color) were painted a light sky blue. My favorite attire has always been blue jeans. The couches that I fell in love with after my first set fell apart 6 years ago are covered in denim.
But as much as I love the color blue, blue as a mood I can take in much smaller doses. As a believer, the joy of the Lord is my strength, so I therefore don't suffer much from the blues. When they come (either by hormones or circumstance) I just pour myself something hot, nestle into the corner of my denim couch, and pour out my sorrows to the giver of peace. He is generous.
I've mentioned before that I love receiving gifts. So, I just weep and wait. I don't mind waiting because I know that His timing is perfect. He always gifts me with little prizes while I wait. Sometimes it's a new song. Sometimes it's a revelation. Sometimes it's a deep understanding of a truth I've been wrestling with. All of these things drifting down like manna from heaven before He gives me the gift of peace and joy. When all is said and done, the real gift is growth. I don't want to be a stagnant Christ one. I want always to be clay in His hands. Always willing to be molded and re-fashioned. Always thankful that the Potter knows best. Yes, always thankful.