Color

I am learning that life is color coded. Every mood, every emotion, every dissapointment, every triumph, every moment is flooded with colors. I have taken up a new hobby that has shown me this. I feel like I've been half-asleep lately, like I've been trying to live under water. The colors in my life have become drab and all blending together to really create no color at all. With God being the author of color, the ultimate artist - I am praying for glimpses of the vivid life he has waiting for me. I suppose it is up to me to pick up the brush and start painting. To surrender my pathetic attempts, and create what he has called me to. Just because I do not understand does not mean I will not believe. I love him that much.

I was recently told by my dream-interpreter that the fears in my life are causing me to hold on, or potentially hold back. I'm not going to lie, holding on has an appeal all it's own - but perhaps the surrender of these fears would allow me to paint more freely, perhaps it would make me vulnerable, scandalous, and beautiful to God. Perhaps, just perhaps it will take me where I need to go.

Well, young sailors...paint your rainbows and bring it back to the one thing that matters...yeah, we all know what that is - or more importantly Who that is. My love goes with you, and my prayers have never stopped.