In everyone’s life, the color of love has a different hue, a different shade, a different look that capture’s the eye, a heart, a smile. God is constantly painting the picture of my life, and love takes on a different color all the time, but let me share with you what it looks like now.
White
Last week, since I made the banana and mayonnaise sandwich a little on the weak side, I took the ingredients to Lee to let “him” make it: a dish, a banana, a fork, and enough mayonnaise to feed an army (so I thought). Of course, I didn’t take THAT much, but I took more than enough, so he could create what he wanted. He added ALL the mayonnaise I took. The banana started off yellow but turned out white because he added so much mayonnaise. I thought I was going to throw up in my mouth. He gave me the first bite, and I ate it. That’s love.
Red
On Friday, it had been raining in the night and morning and was just muggy, so I splurged on Lee and ordered some take-out: warm spaghetti. He was so appreciative. Normally, before he eats, he closes his eyes and prays silently. When I showed up with a warm meal, he said, “Let’s say grace,” and prayed over our food, our lives. That’s love.
Blue
Also on Friday, no one showed up to my performance, and it felt like it broke my heart. I hadn’t been that sad in a long time, and throughout that sadness, I could feel God kneeling, holding, weeping because I was so sad. I grew closer to Him than I think I ever have been…a newness…stronger trust. That’s love.
How funny! I glanced up and realized I described red, white, and blue…Fourth of July…my favorite holiday. Since I’ve been becoming love, I don’t follow all the “Christian rules.” If I see a man who needs prayer, I’ll stop and talk with him. Every day, I go to the park alone and, for a while, would pray for people, but now, God has me spending time with Lee every day. What if Jesus never spoke to the woman at the well because she was the opposite sex? The fact is Jesus lives in me, so I’m never alone, and as I live through His heart, the color of love changes all the time.
I’ve heard people’s visions of heaven, and most of them speak of the most vibrant colors imaginable. Katie, my daughter, used to describe to me the most gorgeous scenes with the most brilliant colors. I don’t think love will ever look the same in each person’s life because we’re all unique and each of us loves differently.
Lately, I’ve been learning a lot. This past weekend, I feel like I’ve been experiencing lesson after lesson. One thing I’ve learned…some people aren’t ready for the color of your love. For those instances, I’ll keep the way I love private, only share with those who can handle it, but I assure you, everything will be published someday, and all who read it will know the extent of my love.
Worship Flags and Infinity Scarfs 