Have you ever wondered why our world is painted in color? God could have created a functional, efficient world that comes only in shades of black, gray, and white. Plants would still grow; flowers would still bloom; cows would still produce milk.
But He, in His infinite wisdom, chose to wash our world with an infinite number of colors. Their names conjure up delightful images. Azure. Crimsom. Violet. Saffron. Amber. Emerald. Sapphire. We live in color, but sometimes we fail to recognize it. When was the last time I gave thanks for the brilliance of the scarlet petunias that march down the driveway? When was the last time I rejoiced in the intense green of the grass?
As I've written in earlier posts, our family is also composed of colors. We range from blue-eyed blondes to dark-eyed brunettes. Even the blondes are not all the same. We vary from sand dune to strawberry, from gold to ash. Some of us have freckles; some do not. Our coloring is as different as are our personalities.
And is this not what the Father intended? That we shine in whatever color we are?
So, for today, I am grateful for colors, in flowers, in people, in the world.