Finding the Colors of Who [He Is]

Monday, June 1, 2015

So many colors:

Orange laughter bubbling out of pink, smiling mouths,

Yellow memories making minds happy,

Blue, brown, and green eyes, listening and watching, waiting and accepting,

Lavender summers and periwinkle winters,

Turquoise springs and maroon falls.

Their colors are bright and sure.

My reflection, hidden by mirror smudges, taken apart by its own eyes, is black and white.

It searches for a home, antsy in its own skin.

Do I even know who I am?

What I feel has no color.

I search for meaning in orange laughter and lavender summers, but their colors evaporate when they touch my skin.

The yellow memories fade like a sun tan.

The maroon of autumn seems too chilly to bear, and periwinkle winters turn skin dry.

So I close my eyes and expect blackness.

Instead, I see You.

Your color is unknown and nonexistent, but it is beautiful.

You smile, and the pinkness of it is greater than I have ever known.

Then, You open your arms, and I fall into them.

The color of this feeling is too joyful to produce.

When I open my eyes, I expect no one, but You really are there.

I look into Your eyes filled with too many colors to name, and I see myself.

All of a sudden, though, my image doesn’t matter because I have seen You.

My heart becomes full, and as I look deeper and deeper into Your eyes, I see a pink smile, my pink smile, all because of You.

     So, so sorry I've been gone so long :) I was finding out who I am, if that 's a good enough excuse. I'm not sure I even know yet, but this I do know: My identity comes from the One who is is higher than I, my Creator, my Savior, and my God. Although the colors of me may not appear yet, Christ's colors are so great that they don't exist yet. They're outside the spectrum of visible light.

     I've learned that we humans put people in boxes. We expect them to be paper-made, one-dimensional beings, and we're just not. We're complicated and emotional and irregular and unique, only, of course, because that's how God is, just on a much, much bigger level. When we discount the uniqueness and complexity of humans, we're telling God that His creation is boring. Of course, we're humans, and we put people in boxes because that is all our minds allow us to do.

      I probably get as annoyed as anyone else about stereotyping, but I've decided something: the world can put me in whatever kind of box they want to as long as they don't put my God in one because He  is where my identity comes from. I am redeemed; I am a new creation; the Living God dwells inside my soul. I am His. So, if you insist on putting people in boxes, which, by God's power, I'm going to try my best not to do, please don't put the Creator of those people and the Creator of those boxes in a box. There's not box or even universe big enough to fit Him inside.


  1. This. This captures my mind and provides wonder for my heart. "[T]he world can put me in whatever kind of box they want to as long as they don't put my God in one because He is where my identity comes from." Wow! This makes me see things in a different light!

    Your blog looks lovely and I can't wait to read more!

    Hannah from Grace in Everything

    1. Thanks so much for reading, Hannah! I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I checked out your blog and I absolutely love it!

  2. Mary Shelley, thank you for being one of the pinks in my life. TO GOD BE THE GLORY!


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