The Power of Paint

I am typing this on my phone as I return from a conference in Canada (the bus is all over the place making it difficult) With this in mind, please forgive any grammatical errors and spellings but I did feel it would be a good time to share the power of paint!

Ever since Mandi and I found out about baby Claire's condition there has been this measurable understanding to our willingness to proceed with the understanding that one day our baby would be coming home to Fieldcrest Dr. Were we willing to move forward and prepare in many ways for the welcoming of our young one? With Colton, it was all new and fun and expected. What would he wear as his first outfit? What color were we to spend hours preparing his room for years to come? I observed as slowly Mandi crafted his second floor room into a personality. Pictures of sports went on the wall and she spent an entire day manipulating fabric to spell his name. Great thoughts and dreams were crafted in this development. Envisions of future conversations, playing with trains and reading books in the glider that we debated how much should we spend for this comfort during an ever important bonding time for our family each night. Great thoughts all under the expectation that years of me
mories would occur within this room as long as we lived in Delaware. Each layer of paint allowed for more predictions of life, expectations of conversations and exciting adventures that are to be expected as a new life is brought into this world.
Now how do you take this previous experience and continue this newfound family tradition with your new baby girl when you don't know foresure if in fact she will ever set foot into a home in which a special room was crafted specifically for her. The implications of Mandi and I working for hours and hours on a room was difficult to capture with the hovering possibility that our little princess might not be able to marry her prince (me) in her magical room, or sit and enjoy a wonderful cup of tea with cats, dogs, elephants and whatever the new wave of popular stuffed animal may be at that time. To get to the point, I have come to understand the power of paint. Mandi and I have gained more and more confidence in the comfort of Christ and the trust that all things work out for the good for those that love the Lord. This was not a radical / single day transition as occurred when the doctors words were shared back on that December day. With time, conversation and the purchase
of a variety of materials - our vision of beauty as represented in the life of Claire Elise Frame grew with the addition of each color. I look forward to the day when our baby girl enters the sanctuary her mother and I have crafted specifically for her. Truly a room made for a princess