The Pink Bathroom by K. Denise Holmberg
In 1994 we moved from Hong Kong to Naperville, IL. We built a custom house for our family of five,
three boys, mom and dad.
I was showing a girlfriend my new home, and this was our conversation:
“It’s pink,” she said.
“I know,” I said.
“You have boys. Three of them.”
“I know.”
“What were you thinking?”
“I don’t know.”
We stood in the doorway of the prettiest pink bathroom you can imagine and took a moment to observe its pinkie-ness: pink tile, pink tub, pink toilet, and two lovely pink sinks.
The words of my friend were sobering. What was I thinking?
We had boys, no plans for any other children, and a feminine bathroom they scoffed at using.
And we designed it that way, picked out every pink piece ourselves ... so we thought.
A Short Time Later
Not even a full year had gone by as I once again stood in the doorway of that pink bathroom. This time I was watching two little girls brush their teeth.
One had thin blond hair, an angelic oval face, and proud blue eyes with a flash of defiance.
The other was tinier than the first and reminded me of a pixie princess. Dark blonde hair, hazel eyes, and ears she hadn’t quite grown in to. She had a vibrant energy that shouted, “This is the way I thought it should be.”
I had received a distraught phone call from their paternal grandparents a few months earlier. “Please come, we have a problem,” they said.
I flew to California to see what was going on with my two nieces, Bree and Brittney. Their birth-mother, a borderline-personality drug-addict, had no business raising children. I found the girls living in deplorable conditions and being severely neglected.
Their grandparents had done what they could. But they were elderly with severe health problems, and knew their time was limited.
Grandma Sue was a praying woman. She prayed for the girls daily and said my name often came to her, even though our paths had only crossed briefly. She took it as a prompt from God and called me.
I returned home from California with two little girls in tow. Now I was standing in the doorway of the pink bathroom and could clearly see that it was God who had designed it, in all of its glorious pinkness, specifically for them.
He knew they were coming.
Like the heavens, the moon and stars, this was the work of HIS fingers, which he had ordained.
"For My hand made all these things, thus all these things came into being," declares the LORD.
Isaiah 66:2
That pink bathroom was the harbinger of two of the greatest blessings of my life ... Bree and Brittney. A time that God reached from the heavens and physically touched me.
What examples do you have of God tangibly touching you?
Blessings!
KDH
I was showing a girlfriend my new home, and this was our conversation:
“It’s pink,” she said.
“I know,” I said.
“You have boys. Three of them.”
“I know.”
“What were you thinking?”
“I don’t know.”
We stood in the doorway of the prettiest pink bathroom you can imagine and took a moment to observe its pinkie-ness: pink tile, pink tub, pink toilet, and two lovely pink sinks.
The words of my friend were sobering. What was I thinking?
We had boys, no plans for any other children, and a feminine bathroom they scoffed at using.
And we designed it that way, picked out every pink piece ourselves ... so we thought.
A Short Time Later
Not even a full year had gone by as I once again stood in the doorway of that pink bathroom. This time I was watching two little girls brush their teeth.
One had thin blond hair, an angelic oval face, and proud blue eyes with a flash of defiance.
The other was tinier than the first and reminded me of a pixie princess. Dark blonde hair, hazel eyes, and ears she hadn’t quite grown in to. She had a vibrant energy that shouted, “This is the way I thought it should be.”
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| Grandma Sue, Bree, Grandpa John, & Brittney |
I flew to California to see what was going on with my two nieces, Bree and Brittney. Their birth-mother, a borderline-personality drug-addict, had no business raising children. I found the girls living in deplorable conditions and being severely neglected.
Their grandparents had done what they could. But they were elderly with severe health problems, and knew their time was limited.
Grandma Sue was a praying woman. She prayed for the girls daily and said my name often came to her, even though our paths had only crossed briefly. She took it as a prompt from God and called me.
I returned home from California with two little girls in tow. Now I was standing in the doorway of the pink bathroom and could clearly see that it was God who had designed it, in all of its glorious pinkness, specifically for them.
He knew they were coming.
Like the heavens, the moon and stars, this was the work of HIS fingers, which he had ordained.
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| Bree and Brittney |
"For My hand made all these things, thus all these things came into being," declares the LORD.
Isaiah 66:2
That pink bathroom was the harbinger of two of the greatest blessings of my life ... Bree and Brittney. A time that God reached from the heavens and physically touched me.
What examples do you have of God tangibly touching you?
Blessings!
KDH
You made us cry tears of joy. We are so thankful because YOU sacrificed and listened to GOD'S voice. These girls are so much better because of it. We love you so much.
ReplyDeleteThank you! They are my blessings and proof God loves me very much!
DeleteLove your girls!!
ReplyDeleteLove the way God orchestrates the decisions and choices we make along the way - all for a greater purpose than we can possibly anticipate or imagine.
Love you, and thanks for sharing our story ☺️
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