Color

In a world filled with darkness. He sent a light to shine.

The world doused in crimson. Yet only his red blood could make us white again.

He created the many colors of the universe but yet through colorless eyes He sees us all.

He welcomes each of us with loving arms and mounds of grace and mercy.

No longer do we have to hide behind the stains of red sin, the blue of depression, or the green of envy.

There is a cleanser for every color that tries to shield us from His light.

 

This post is being linked to 5-Minute Friday, where you simply write for 5 minutes without worrying if it’s right or not.

Grow

Babies, plants, animals. Each of them are things that grow. No matter what our age there is always room to grow. Growing can be uncomfortable. Stretching you beyond places of comfort. Expanding your mind. Embracing new ideas. Willingness to try new things. Each of those are required to produce growth. One has to be connected to the source of life in order to produce much lasting fruit. Otherwise, the winds of life easily topple those outward growths. If you are not seeing enough growth above perhaps its best to check the roots beneath. Are you fully anchored in the true sustenance of life?

Joining The Gypsy Mama for 5-Minute Friday. What images does the word grow bring to mind?

What’s Your Writing Style?

Cruzing the blogosphere I am amazed at all the sheer talent that exist. So many captivate me with their vibrant way with  words.  Others enchant me with their ability to interject humor in their writing.

As I was blog hopping I discovered the link to a fun site that analyzes your writing style. Reportedly I write like Margaret Mitchell. If you are like me, you’re like who is that. Apparently Ms. Mitchell wrote Gone With the Wind.

Now go ahead and give it a try and see who’s your famous writing twin.

I write like
Margaret Mitchell

I Write Like by Mémoires, journal software. Analyze your writing!

Full but Empty

The state of being full is in stark contrast to that of being empty. Funny how the two co-exist in our lives. Looking around we see fullness all around us.

Closets bulging,

pantries full of outdated products,

medicine cabinets cramped with meds to heal our every ache and pain,

calendars full of activities,

countertops cluttered with things.

With so much stuff to hold and find places for and so many things in which to busy ourselves, why does beneath the fullness lies the often unvoiced feeling of emptiness within? Perhaps its not the things or to do’s in which we should be relying on for fullness.

 

This is written as part of Five Minute Friday, where you just write without worrying if it’s just right.