Pink snuck into my life in the form of a hoodie. I don’t remember how I got it, but I loved that hoodie. It was a solitary bright spot in a wardrobe entirely consisting of blacks and greys and the odd dark blue. I didn’t realize the oddity of it until I was doing my wedding make-up trial run. I was wearing the pink hoodie and the aesthetician made a comment that I must like bright colours, based on what I was wearing. I bristled and quickly explained that no, I did not, I mostly wore black and this hoodie was an anomaly for me.
Looking back I wonder why it was so important for me to distance myself from liking pink. I had built my identity around being the gloomy one who liked black and grey. Who was I if I was not that? But the truth of the matter was – that was my depression. But it was all I had known in terms of identity and I was terrified of losing myself if I were to let it go.
Slowly but surely, God and I embarked on the healing process of recovering from the depression and I discovered that I was more me than ever without it. And that “me” included liking pink and sparkles and fun and looking for the good in things! I learned that there was value in my uniqueness; and all of my likes, dislikes, quirks, and opinions were part of what made me who I am. I started focusing on figuring out what I actually thought and liked, instead of trying to emulate who I thought people wanted me to be.
I also began to realize that it was okay that I wasn’t good at everything. That’s why we have the whole church body. We each bring our own unique gifts, and together we accomplish God’s purposes. We’re not in it alone. So instead of beating myself up for where I was weak, I tried to focus on my strengths and see where and how God wanted me to use those. God can make up for my weakness.
My job is to be one strand in the tapestry – that brings a particular colour and style and depth as one small piece of the big picture. After all – every tapestry needs a little bit of pink in there somewhere!
Yes, the body has many different parts, not just one part. If the foot says, “I am not a part of the body because I am not a hand,” that does not make it any less a part of the body. And if the ear says, “I am not part of the body because I am not an eye,” would that make it any less a part of the body? If the whole body were an eye, how would you hear? Or if your whole body were an ear, how would you smell anything?
But our bodies have many parts, and God has put each part just where he wants it. How strange a body would be if it had only one part! Yes, there are many parts, but only one body. The eye can never say to the hand, “I don’t need you.” The head can’t say to the feet, “I don’t need you.”
In fact, some parts of the body that seem weakest and least important are actually the most necessary. And the parts we regard as less honorable are those we clothe with the greatest care. So we carefully protect those parts that should not be seen, while the more honorable parts do not require this special care. So God has put the body together such that extra honor and care are given to those parts that have less dignity. This makes for harmony among the members, so that all the members care for each other. If one part suffers, all the parts suffer with it, and if one part is honored, all the parts are glad.
All of you together are Christ’s body, and each of you is a part of it.
– 1 Corinthians 12:14-27