the colors of life

I've always been drawn to colors.  They speak to me.  They are deep and symbolic.  They evoke strong emotions.  I'm almost always wearing at least one bright color...a representation of the person inside of me.  Recently, the brilliant blue of the Colorado sky and the amazing golds, reds, and greens of the trees have been calling to me and filling me with joy.  While I ran this morning (and admired the colors), I asked God, "Why?  Why do the colors seem more spectacular this fall?"

I started thinking about a conversation that Christopher and I had during his science unit on light.  We can only see colors when there is light because our eyes work by taking in the light that reflects off of objects.  When there is no light, colors are not visible; everything looks black in the darkness.

Once a person has spent time in the darkness of fear, depression, anxiety, or simply buried in the lies of the enemy, the colors seem so much more amazing when she emerges from the darkness.  This may be the first time in my existence that I am allowing the light of Jesus to shine brightly in my life.  He is in the middle of everything I do, shining brilliantly.  His light and His love bring out the colors of life like I have never seen them before and I am grateful!