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It invokes strength, determination, passion, desire, love. That’s what they taught us in design school.
I decided to paint my kitchen with it.
Not because of any scholarly advice, but because it speaks to me in ways other colors don’t.
Red has always been one of my favorites. My closet proves it. But mostly, I hope and pray my life shows it.
They also teach you in school that red is the color or war. Of blood spilled. Of lives lost.
Friends, it’s that life lost for me I want to honor most.
And I like to think when I crack my Bible open with His words shed in red, it should invoke strength. Determination. Passion. Desire. Love. Due to the war fought for the love of me. Because of the blood shed in my place.
So maybe when I stand at the kitchen sink, His color reflecting upon my face, I’ll think of Him lovingly. Maybe His strength will find me in the suds. Maybe passion will percolate from my soul and I’ll worship Him right there on the woven mat as I scrub away the dirt and crumbs of my everyday.
Father, I love how red speaks to me in ways other colors don’t. Thank You… May that never change.
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