The Mean Reds

My absolute favorite movie is Breakfast at Tiffany’s. I could probably watch it every day for the rest of my life and never get sick of it. It’s just so good. If you haven’t seen it, I highly recommend it. (In other words, just watch it. And if you’ve already seen it, go watch it again. Like, right now.)

During the first part of the movie, when Holly meets her new neighbor, Paul (aka Fred), she tells him about how much she loves Tiffany’s. And this conversation happens.

Holly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul: The mean reds? You mean like the blues?
Holly: No. The blues are because you’re getting fat or maybe it’s been raining too long; you’re just sad, that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?

I do. Oh boy, do I ever.

It’s the strangest thing. I can never predict when it’s going to happen, I just start to freak out. That in itself wouldn’t be so bad. I can usually calm myself down when I know what’s freaking me out. BUT. That’s the problem. I have NO idea why I’m freaking out. So I’ve joined Holly and started calling those times the “mean reds.” But unlike Holly, I don’t go to a jewelry store to calm down. I look to the one who started putting this adventure in motion. I look to the Lord who has confirmed, over and over, that I’m am doing exactly what He’s asking me to do. I see it through everyone’s generous support and through everyone’s encouragement and prayers. We have surpassed our fundraising goal (PRAISE GOD!!) and that in and of itself is a huge confirmation!

So my encouragement to you is that if you ever find yourself having a “mean red” sort of day, look to the Father who holds all of your hopes and dreams and fears in the palm of His hand. He’s got it. And it’s going to be great. I still have to remind myself that daily. But maybe someday I’ll finally get it.

That’s the problem with having German blood.

It takes us and our stubbornness a little longer to figure things out.


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