Our front door is adorned by painted pumpkins. They look like this:
There’s another set of them on the other side of the doorway. For years we’ve painted our pumpkins soon after Thanksgiving. Some years they’ve been red and green, other years we’ve thrown in purple, sometimes (like this year) simply silver and gold. They look like big ornaments as you come up the walk.
They remind me of my new life in Jesus. Only he didn’t paint the outside of me. He made me new all the way to the core.