On Friday as I looked out the window I saw a large picture of grey, all different shades of it. The colors that weren't shades of grey popped out here and there. Even if they did pop out a little they were muted by the grey. Or maybe they were just over powered by the grey. This was my perspective at the moment.
The muted pops of color are washed out glimpses of a truer picture, a picture without the filter of sin. A picture that faintly flickers in my hearts eyes. A place without sin has light that helps us see all the colors clearly, light that is warm and home.
today it's white.
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