the hues that matter

Today I was struck anew at God’s creation.

I went downtown, and people observed every step of the way.

Not only do people come in all shapes and sizes, they come in many different hues.

Like me, you may be thinking Hugh Jackman, Hugh Laurie or Hugh Dancy (three of my favorite Hugh’s)…but that is not what I meant.

People were adorned in every color possible. Some with brights (neons, multi textured patterns), some in neutrals (white, beiges, grays & darks).

But the colors they wore don’t reflect their hues.

A crazy person, I know, but I like to smile at the bulk of the people I walk by.

Many gave off vibes of stress, anger and frustration.

A rare minority smiled back.

The majority avoided eye contact, content to look down or at their phones.

Others were yelling or talking loudly into even more phones.

A few were bopping along to the beat of their own personal music mix.

Each one giving off a hue of what is going on within.

Most not realizing that today was a gift.
And some may not have another one tomorrow.

The people who smiled and made eye contact, or offered their seats on the subway or train?

Their true hues of compassion, sensitive to the needs of others.
Listening to the leading whispers of the Spirit, responding with kindness when prompted.

Those are the kinds of hues that truly matter.

Not what ethnicity, hair or eye color, height or weight, wardrobe or style choices we have made, rather what we choose to color ourselves with from the inside out:

So, chosen by God for this new life of love, dress in the wardrobe God picked out for you: compassion, kindness, humility, quiet strength, discipline. Be even-tempered, content with second place, quick to forgive an offense. Forgive as quickly and completely as the Master forgave you. And regardless of what else you put on, wear love. It’s your basic, all-purpose garment. Never be without it.

Colossians 3:12-14


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accepting the blues

The blues are not always a bad thing, you know.

Many of my favorite things that help me fight off the blues are, in fact, blue.


Hydrangeas, bluebells….I love seeing the shades of blue that are found in a garden.

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Blue jeans.  Oh, how I love to wear my jeans. Its like being at home wherever you go.


Waves. The Ocean. Water, as far as the eye can see.

Majestic in its power, graceful in defeat until it crashes against the shore again, and again.

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Rivers, brooks, streams. Flowing, trickling, still.

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Women's Bandana-Print Infinity Scarves - Navy

My new Old Navy navy & white scarf.  It perks me up, makes me feel fresh & youthful.


My eyes. They are a reminder that God likes the shade of blue so much, He shared it with me!


And this.

God collects all of my tears.

Water runs clear until it pools together, and then it reveals its shades of blue.

The fact God knows each and every circumstance that leaves me fighting the blues, 

and treasures the tears I cry when I am blue for whatever reason…. reminds me that:

I am never alone.

God is never taken by surprise.

The blues may last for a night, or a season,

but joy comes, oh how it comes, in the morning,

with a new sense of His presence being more than enough

and the underlying hope that

when we finally meet face to face,

I will never be blue again.