House with the Yellow Door

20161117_100215Tom has a tradition of planting trees at our homes (we have lived in six in 21 years.) He also has had a tradition of painting our doors a warm red color. The red was inviting, I think.  At our house in South Carolina, he also painted the shutters to match. The shutters had been a dull gray color, and it was a perfect color change for curb appeal.

At our snug ranch house where we moved last year, Tom is getting around to various projects, including putting up shutters a few weeks ago (a good improvement) and painting the bland, white front door. We were going to use red again, but Tom unexpectedly showed me a yellow color on a paint card. Against the white-ish brick on the front of the house, it looked cheerful and bright. So we now have a yellow door.

Every time I pull up to the house, it makes me smile. Along with the field stone borders he put around the little pines he planted and the same border under the Magnolia tree, it makes for a neat front yard.

We have such nice neighbors here. Emily is dear friends with our nearest neighbors whose little granddaughter comes over to play, in addition to the family on the other block who are friendly and helpful. Then there is the lady across the street who comes over with her little dachshund she adopted. Each day she comes by after school for Emily (as she did in the summer), and they take the little dog for a walk. I think Emily is good company for the lady and the dog, once very shy,  is warming up.

By contrast, the political scene has never been uglier in our country. Social media is filled with the carnage. I read the news and try to digest what is going on and end up depressed and discouraged. Whichever way the election would have gone, this was a guaranteed scenario with great anger on one side or the other. In spite of victory laps from political conservatives, I remain convinced this nation is in terrible peril. There are no political answers in this divided country, ultimately. I believe that more than ever. The answer is spiritual, but nobody is interested in that subject at present.  They await miracles from the new political messiah. We will see.

My news about our cheery yellow door isn’t much in the grand scheme of things, but I thought of it as a metaphor in these dark times. As I have said before, life is really lived in the micro sphere of every day things and people. If Hillary Clinton had won and not Donald Trump, we would still get up every morning and do the little things that make up our lives. The little dachshund would still live across the street with her humans, Emily would still be found talking to the neighbors and making new friends all the time, and I would still spend my days making a home for my family as best I can.

I have learned that to be happy, we have to make a choice to be that way. There is a great deal of evil in the world, more now than ever.  We have all had wounds and hurt from that evil in our lives, some more than others. The losses evil people can cause are undeniable. Among so-called Christians, I am sorry to say that indifference, coldness and brutality are no less prevalent. Those perpetrating it and those who watch silently as enablers seem to go from strength to strength while their victims long for things to be made right. But, having said that, happiness and cheerfulness is still a choice. This is the only life we have, the one God gave us. I believe God does see the injustice and the evil, and in His time, He will vindicate, He will deal with those who have so disregarded His commands to love. Meanwhile, we are called to live in the light.

So don’t hesitate to “paint your door yellow.” Or to put it another way, smile just because, be thankful for what you have, and do a little happy dance, if nothing else, in defiance of the joy killers who seem to so populate the earth these days. I do that. I am home alone a great deal. I put on music sometimes when I am down. My kitchen has a big slippery, laminate  floor, and Em and I do our own dances in our socks until we laugh ourselves silly. Last night, we listened to Sleigh Ride and several other Christmas songs (I know, I know, it isn’t Thanksgiving yet.)  Whatever you do, don’t give in to the darkness. God is the author of joy, not despair. God is in His heaven still. By looking up and not around us, we can remember that best.

9 thoughts on “House with the Yellow Door

  1. Kris says:

    I love it!!! Doesn’t get any more inviting than that. Excellent choice…

    P.S. I want a yellow door too. 🙂

  2. Rose says:

    We have three colored doors. The front door is yellow. The one leading to the attached garage from the kitchen is a deep blue, and the door from the garage out to our deck is a bright lavender. People always comment on our colorful doors. The front door is a bit faded now… needing a redo. But I wouldn’t want it any other color but cheerful yellow.

    Great post, Ingrid and my feelings exactly.

  3. Nancy says:

    Thank you! I needed that encouragement!!
    I agree this country is in peril and some are still living in their la la land of forever!
    Love hearing about your beautiful Em the three of you living love!
    God bless you and all your loved ones!

  4. Beverley says:

    What a wonderful post, Ingrid.
    From the colours of the door to the choosing to dance in spite of all the evil in this world; we have a mighty God who delights in those who love Him.

  5. biggardenblog says:

    [J] Agreed: the turnaround will not come from politicians. It will come from neighbourhoods. It will come from you and me and us! D and I will now have a new metaphorical injuction at our disposal: Let’s paint the door yellow! [meaning let’s get on with doing what we can – what’s within our control and free choice – to make the world a better place ; the yellow signifies a willing to make a break from our own established ways ; the front door signifies outward-facing] But the UK, like USA, will heal wounds and make anew by not only painting our own doors yellow, but also a willing to help the guys across the street or up the road do theirs. Even if it’s not going to be yellow. ;~)

  6. Judi Hayes says:

    Here’s a prayer that we should all engrave on the doors of our homes:

    “O God, make the door of this house wide enough to receive all who need human love and fellowship, narrow enough to shut out all envy, pride and strife.
    Make its threshold smooth enough to be no stumbling-block to children, nor to
    straying feet, but rugged and strong enough to turn back the tempter’s power.
    God make the door of this house the gateway to Thine eternal kingdom.” (Thomas Ken, 1637-1711)

  7. Carol says:

    Lovely! Thanks for sharing, Ingrid. I have a yellow house with white trim and golden yellow stella d’oro daylilies that bloom in June and remind me of the trumpets of the angels which will announce the Second Coming of Our Lord. Praise God, there is always Hope in Him.

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