The color of her soul is fire. Wisps of flaming reds, flickers of bright oranges and yellows. These are colors you feel, colors that warm your body, but can burn when you dare to get too close. Her fire provides life giving heat, smolders with passion, warms the ones she loves, but also burns with anger. Her soul is sometimes so very angry, angry at the wait, anger at the world and all of it’s injustice, and anger for being wronged. Her fire can consume her if she allows it to grow out of control, destroying everything in it’s path, leaving nothing behind but a charred, smoldering mess. So she must control this fire in her soul, taking it in, reining it in, allowing the heat, but controlling the flames. Her soul is on fire.
Her soul is the color of winter, and breathtakingly new, white like pages in a book with no writing, her soul is as blank as freshly fallen snow, a book waiting to be written, her snow anticipating the footprints of life. Her soul is learning, it is fresh, it is innocent, but it can also be so cold. It is the color of icicles, the color of frost. She must not allow the chill to penetrate too deeply, or her heart will become cold, lifeless, like stone. Her soul is the color of a crisp winter.
The colors of her soul are the colors of twilight, the colors of intense blues and deep purples. The colors of calm, clear evenings, but also the colors of sadness. She is sometimes submerged in the depths of her sadness, the pain of an empty womb, the loss of a loved one, the hurt of a world too cruel for her beautiful, twilight soul. She feels lost in the fading light and restless as night approaches. Her melancholy may get the best of her if she allows her twilight colors to drown her. She must reach down deep, down for another color so that she isn’t lost in the blue. Her soul is full of twilight.
She reaches inside, for another color, and finds that her soul is the color of starlight. Her soul sparkles and twinkles, her soul is the color of a thousand wishes, each one important to the wisher. Her starlight glows, and is the glitter of the sky, so completely feminine and so very beautiful, her thoughts for the well-being of her loved ones as numerous as the lights in the sky. She is so very beautiful, her soul is full of starlight.
The color of her soul is the color of midnight. Varying shades of shadows and darkness. Midnight smothers her, it is so black, and it is when she is here that she wrestles with her soul. She is afraid of what is hiding there, afraid of the things she has done wrong, afraid of the wrongs she knows she is capable of. It is too quiet at midnight, and the time drags by so slowly that she wishes she could outrun the dark. She stands her ground, confronts her midnight soul, because even in the dead of the night she knows that morning is coming. She stands firm, unwavering, unseen in the dark, but still there, her soul the color of shifting shadows. She has a soul the color of midnight.
She is also the color of sunrise, her soul soaking in the emerging yellows and golden hughes of another day, her eyes adjust, her soul opens to the light, letting it warm her and shake away all traces of shadow. It is here that her soul is alive, with the beginning of an awakening, an awakening that happens every single morning, and that her soul recognizes as a blessing. Her soul is the color of a new sunrise.
Her soul is the color of a forest coming alive in the spring, her branches reaching up and out, the leaves a sea of deep greens and the forest floor dappled with light green moss and new life, grass and tender green shoots that will one day bring flowers or new trees, reaching ever upward, growing to it’s full potential. Her soul is growing and green like spring, learning, living, searching for the light. The more light she allows in, the stronger she grows. Her soul is gorgeous shades of green and she is flourishing in the light. Her soul the color of a growing forest.
She has a soul the color of butterflies, she is vibrant, she is playful. She may be pink or blue or orange, possibly white or lavender. The colors themselves are not what matters, it is a condition of the soul to be the color of a butterfly, fluttering along, dancing on the breeze, enjoying all of life’s flower gardens. The color of her soul is alluring, it is fresh, it is reborn. She has changed completely, she is free, she is happy. She is the color of rebirth and new beginnings, and as she floats in the air, her soul is the color of butterflies.
The color of the earth is in her soul. She gives life, she is warm shades of browns and yellows, fertile shades of almost black, or maroon and clay colored soils. Within her lies sustenance for every growing thing, and she freely gives of herself to begin new life, and she takes life back into herself. She is the color of motherhood and sustenance, she withstands drought and soaks in the downpour. She takes it all in, and allows something new to spring forth. She is life and vitality, she is the beginning. Her soul is the transforming color of the earth.
The colors of her soul are a rainbow. Her soul is light and encompasses the entire color spectrum. She is an array of violets and yellows, she is the color of joy. She is a symbol of hope and a promise, a promise that every storm will end, and no flood will ever again destroy her children. Her colors are a play on light and raindrops, and she stands tall and heroic. She is a symbol of new beginnings, a symbol of love, a symbol of faith. She will not allow her colors to be corrupted, she will put them on display for the world to see her delicate strength, her prism of promises. She is everything, and most importantly, she is love. Her soul multiplies colors and faith, it is all colors and just as delightful. Her soul is the elegance of a rainbow.
Her soul is limitless. Her colors are limitless. She nurtures, she provides joy, she is the color of hot and cold and the colors of anger and pain. She is the color of motherhood, even if she has not had children, and she is the color of life. Her colors were created not to outdo any man at what he does, but to complement, and to do what he can not. Her colors are limitless colors of vitality and power, of innocence and knowledge. Her colors are fresh and new, and aged and knowing. She is a beautiful soul, she is a woman. Her colors are limitless, because with God behind her, she has no limits. He created her to be limitless, beautiful, colorful and unique. With the God who created her, her soul can show all of it’s glorious colors. She is His masterpiece. She is breathtaking. With Him, her soul is truly the most beautiful color of all, it is every color, it is limitless.
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Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
She is more precious than rubies; nothing you desire can compare with her.
he is like the light of morning at sunrise on a cloudless morning, like the brightness after rain that brings grass from the earth.’
2 Samuel 23:4
My soul yearns for you in the night; in the morning my spirit longs for you. When your judgments come upon the earth, the people of the world learn righteousness.
I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete.
1 Thessalonians 5:16
They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.