The world rests white this morning.
A fresh palette waiting to be color splashed.
When spring unleashes all soft and vivid.
There are colors, Jodi commented, that we can’t see. Colors we can’t duplicate. Colors that will never grace a mixer.
Kathleen talks about the excitement of a new box of Crayola crayons, becomes dizzy with the fragrance of possibility.
He’s infused the world with color.
Boxes of genes filled with possibility, that wait for someone to open them and unleash their colors.
Vivid and soft.
Each unique, created by a snowflake method.
Not. One. The. Same.
But some will remain boxed, melting in loneliness and pain and fear.
Until–unless–someone reaches out to show them the fragrance of their own possibility.
Get along among yourselves, each of you doing your part. Our counsel is that you warn the freeloaders to get a move on. Gently encourage the stragglers, and reach out for the exhausted, pulling them to their feet. Be patient with each person, attentive to individual needs. And be careful that when you get on each other’s nerves you don’t snap at each other. Look for the best in each other, and always do your best to bring it out. ~1 Thessalonians 5:13-15 (Message)
Joining Lisa-Jo and community as we write for five minutes on the prompt–VIVID.