Even at that age, I was already thinking about things at a deeper level. As I watched the other kids around me talk about their favorite colors, I noticed that there were a lot of pinks and blues being mentioned. As much as I liked those colors, I thought maybe to go for something different. Being a bit of a fairy-tale kid, I narrowed my choice down to two: red (scarlet) and purple. The reason behind it? They were colors of royalty. I racked my little brain to decide which of the two I wanted to pick, and with my reasoning at the time, I thought red can resemble some bad things, too, such as blood and, in religious terms, sin. So, purple became my favorite color. Even as a kid, I had to have more of a reason besides the way I liked how it looked!
As I look at this picture, even if it displays the "other color" I rejected, it reminds me about who I am as a person and that even though some people haven't appreciated, known, or understood me well enough, this is a slight resemblance of how God sees me, and it is a glorious sight, even though I might not see it myself. I am of divine worth, as is everyone else.
Are you able to see it?
