I am turned 57 a month ago. Hard to imagine in the past 55 years that one day I would wear black in any non-funeral occasions. To day, I wore my black suit. (After trying very hard to find a color shirt to go with it. I finally went back to my off white shirt with the pretty collar.) They look pretty sharp together. I was actually afraid to attract too much attention. My daughter loves black and it looks good on her.
I guess my disliking of it was due to its sombreness. It did not evoke any excitement in me.
But lately, something changed inside me that I actually find comfort in it. The other day, I even read an article by a Christian writter who talked about the 'black present' he received from God - a fluke car accident that caused him and his wife to lay in hospital beds for three months in his last week of visit to Vancouver. But during this time, he received all kinds of help, love and prayer and surprises from the Christian community. It turned out to be a blessing in disguise. I looked back in my life. Yes, I had quite a few of those presents too. They actually drew me closer to God. For he is the only one who could understand and helped me not to lose hope. I felt the warmth of being cradled in his arms. Yes, I do appreciate black presents, may be at times I didn't think so.