Sometimes, just sometimes, don't we all
look at the beautiful colors of the canopy
and see that our world is full of color.
Color brings about so much happiness.
But, yet, when we look at each other we
don't always see the beauty in our color.
My family tends to lean toward a porcelain
color and burns easily in the sun. Which brings
some of us great grief.
In college my best friend was Hispanic and
had the most beautiful skin color. She never
worried about being brown but on the other hand she
worried that people judged her by her skin color.
She began to live a lonely life until one day
she met the Savior. He didn't judge her at.all!
In fact, He is the One who formed her.
Psalm 139 became one of her favorite parts of His Word.
Her joy was not in her color but in His freedom for her life!
Rejoice for He made you as you are for His glory!