I’m so thankful I can incorporate my one word, thankful, into my favorite Friday activity – Five Minute Friday, which I confess takes longer than five minutes for me to compose because I’m a
deep slow thinker, but only takes five minutes to read. That counts, right? This week, the word is blue.
Blue. The sky that greets me each morning as the sun rises, riding my bicycle with a cool breeze on my back or a howling wind in my face. The ocean on a clear, windless day, ocean flat as glass, toes visible to the ocean floor where little fishes swim carefree up and down the coast. The winter sky when the snows fall silently to the earth, blanketing things under the ground that are being born, formed into beautiful things we can only dream of. The jays that fly through the sky, defying gravity, soaring, gliding, happy, free.
Blue. The ephod. The pomegranates. The screen at the entrance of the tent of meeting. The cords. The turban. The cover of the altar. The royal things of the Lord.
Amazing what a little shift in perspective can do for a color. When did we take such a beautiful word and make it into a mood?