Colors. It is the Blue that brings me to my knees. When I see the expanse of the great sky He has made above our heads. It’s the Purple that you can still see in the blackness of night that draws me to the mystery of Him. It’s the Red of His rising son that symbolizes the power of His mercies anew every morning.
Orange, Green and Yellow are the colors of His creation. His flowers and foliage all around us. I forget that my Lord created each flower and plant with His creative thoughts. They are His details, His delight. The representation of His thoughts and conducting of His hands. I forget that that He had me and you in mind as He created nature around us.
We forget that our flesh is prone to burn red with anger. Green with envy. Despite life and breath, we are prone to the blues. He promises to be a lamp unto our feet, and we run from the pale yellow light that leads the way. Psalm 119:105. We bruise ourselves in purple. It is no wonder He flooded us on account of our independence. It is a wonder, however, that He promised with a rainbow never to wipe us out again. He made this covenant because of us, for us, between us and Him. Even though everything we think or imagine is bent towards evil, He loves us and chooses to sustain us anyway. Genesis 8:21. What a great God we serve.
Colors. We can burn with anger or rise up in the morning anew because of His mercy. We can bruise ourselves in purple or sit at His throne. We can suffer in blue or be free as a bird in His sky. Colors. He made them for His glory and for his beloved children. Shut your eyes and see those colors in your mind. Rest in His promise of rainbows, of peace and of light. Rest in the knowledge that He loves you, knows you inside and out and He chooses to sustain you anyway. What a great God we serve.