What is for you, isn't for me. And the colors I See aren't what you See.
Our perspectives of life are unique.
At this time of year, I am a seething red in the rawness of the pressure. Twisting and turning, trying to wriggle my way out of the stress I've allowed to overwhelm me.
And, embarrassed that I've let it become this way.
He makes me less dark and more light. Pink-ish. As if I've only been kissed by the stress and caressed by His pure white.
The truth of this overwhelms me--He makes me less dark and more light.
I begin to See when I lean into how He is so much of me. I needn't try harder or be good-er. He accepts me as I am, and created me with purpose--even though He knew I'd struggle in these ways.
A friend asks if choosing gratitude "really works?" and I consider this long into the night. I wonder what she means exactly--works? And I know she wonders, too.
What is it we look for? Radiant blues and blissful greens? Or, pop-out yellow and radiant orange?
Beauty. Purpose. Peace.
When I begin to lean into His Story, I See the magnificence in color. Beauty lies in them all. Purpose for each.
Even the black has a place in my story. I choose to trust.
Colors strike the heart in such poignant ways, evoking and awakening emotions we see as shame and He sees as moments to trust.
And this--this touching of our heart and brushing our story in colors galore--it is how He speaks, ever so personally and ever so beautifully.
"Write for five, short, bold beautiful minutes...
Unscripted and unedited...
Without worrying if it's just right or not."