We drive with the windows rolled down and the air conditioning on. For on this hot summer day, it is not enough to be cool, but we must feel the breeze whip our hair around our faces as well. We have the music loud and it fills the air around us, drifting out the open windows and spilling into the road we leave behind.
This is the feeling from my youth. This wild abandon. Running away from home. A windblown reckless feeling. Music filling the air, calming our raw emotions.
But this is different. A happy running away.
More a running to.
They had their swim lesson this morning and I can see that good kind of tired on their faces. They are lulled into quiet by the sound of the road, and the wind, and the music…
I wonder what they are thinking behind those quiet eyes.
We are on a mission.
To the craft store.
To buy this:
Because I feel the need for color again. To see the paints ooze out onto my palette in that heady way they do.
It makes me dizzy, all that color.
But I need to see it big.
To fill in these white places, this emptiness. To write a story with this color.
God spoke to Jeff last night through a song again, and I feel Him singing over us. I need to color it in…all this joy.
This stark emptiness stares back at me, and I see myself. I feel how He paints me; filling in the color—deliberately at times, exuberantly others.
Coloring these empty places, sketching a life that breathes His glory.