Today I am joining Lisa Jo-Baker and many others for Five Minute Friday. I will be writing for five minutes flat - no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking. Today's word is: Red
Red is the color my best friend painted her room when we lived together. It's was a color so bold I was afraid to use.
It didn't take long before I grew the courage to use it myself. Red is the color that went on the welcome wall in my first apartment where I lived with my husband in NYC. It was a statement. I am a big girl now.
Red is the color of my kitchen. It's rusty tone makes us feel warm. It feels like home.
Red is the color of dishes handed down from another generation that is no longer here.
Red is the color of the blood that Jesus shed for us, to save us. Red is the color of love.
I am amazed at how a color has the ability to incited such feeling.
The kitchen will change soon, Walls and cabinets will be removed. Some will be replaced and some will not. It may not be red. But no longer because I am scared of it... but because I am not.
I guarantee there will still be traces of red throughout my home, through out my life. Because I love it. I love what it reminds me of. Coming of age, taking risks, those that have come before me, and the love of a savior.