The Color Red

                                                       Everyday is a brand new day,
                                                       everyday is a journey.

I love the color red. I didn't even know I loved the color red until recently. How could that be? Well, I never noticed that I owned so many things in red. I owned a red car, a red couch, my daring lipstick is red, my ex had red hair and multiple of clothing, especially my red dress that I could never part with. I don't even fit into it anymore, but keeping it I am. 

It wasn't until I purchased my new car, which by the way is silver, that I noticed how much I would miss it. I felt saddened that the new car wasn't red. Red has been with me a long time. That same feeling reawakened when I stared at my red couch. Diamond has been attacking the sides of it behind our backs with her claws. I knew I had to come up with a quick remedy or pretty soon the couch would have to be thrown out. 

What else can one do, but buy a cover. Right away, my thoughts drifted into melancholy valleys. What if I couldn't find anything in red? Would this be another change in my life? One that I had no choice but accept? It certainly has been the main theme this year . . . change. I don't want anymore sudden changes. It's different when they're planned. It sounds so silly, doesn't it, that a color would induce all of this emotional stress? 

I can't help thinking how much of my identity has been intertwined into the color red. If we think about it, the color red signifies strength to me. Something people have always associated with me. When I googled the definition of red, this came up.

Red is the color of fire and blood, so it is associated with energy, war, danger, strength, power, determination as well as passion, desire, and love. Red is a very emotionally intense color. It enhances human metabolism, increases respiration rate, and raises blood pressure.

I'm not surprised. I have deep, deep passions when it comes to the things I love like writing, Jesus, my children and my Ministries. In my youth, I fought many battles ferociously regardless of my size or my opponents. Besides, red to me signifies being different. I never wanted to be like everyone else. I just wanted to be me. Everyone has silver cars, brown or black furniture, but how many have red couches? Or a bright red car?

I don't want to lose the vibrancy of my life. I don't want to be just alive. I want to live life. I need color in my life! I need red!

Have a Blessed day everyone.