My favorite color is red. Those that know me well know that I avoid and detest the color pink. Maybe because I was super-saturated by it as a kid, or maybe because I see pink as a red wanna-be. Whatever the reason, I don’t like pink; but Easter morning 2014, I gained a new appreciation for the way God showed me a beautiful shade of pink.
That Easter morning, I joined with two other families in Brighton, Colorado, for a sunrise service at a friend’s property just outside of town. It was difficult to get up that early and the rain the night before made for a very brisk morning, but it was most definitely worth it.
We prayed, sang songs in worship, read Scripture, and were reminded of the beautiful hope of the resurrection—a hope we don’t have to wait to rejoice in only once a year, but can celebrate every day!
As the sun was rising in the east, the sky changed from reds and yellows to a clear blue sky filled with a sun that began to warm us. When the sun rose enough for its light to kiss the snow-capped mountains in the west, I stood in breathless wonder of the beautiful sight to behold. The mountains were glowing pink.
My aversion to pink was totally set aside for several minutes of silent splendor of the beautiful shade of pink God had used to paint the mountains.
I apologize for not attempting to capture the scene in a picture. I truly believe a picture would not do it justice. However, I encourage you allow God to transform your perspective—to take a new look at the way God paints something you have an aversion to.