Gal. 5:14 For all the law is fulfilled in one word, even in this; Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.If you’re a writer, you have a box of crayons filled with a million different colors in your arsenal! “I do?” you might say. YES! I do say. Their just there waiting to be wielded!
The writing world is not made up of simple descriptions, forthright sentences with nothing in them; we need to color our world with vivid lucid colorings of words. We need to liven our work up with colors. Does a painter just use black and white? Rarely. He uses the most vivid colors he has to bring forth a beautiful painting that each person who beholds it will paint their own thoughts and descriptions with.
Writers are artist too. And I don’t mean color your sentences with color here, either.
The fuzzy brown dog jumped over the fence.
Yes brown is a color but I bet that sentence can vibrate with sensual color if given a chance.
Lucky, the furry brown rambunctious dog, decided to go for a stroll passing over the short wooden fence on his way to romp.
Doesn’t that sentence just come to life with an extra few words? It not only added dimension, it gave the dog a name and a purpose. The sentence is now alive with color.
Now some people like too much color in their world. They paint the world around them with false images, in essence a false reality. Pastor Tim said once, “Things aren’t always what they seem.” This is so true. People paint themselves into a corner of believing and loving all the false images that they see before them; never really knowing or appreciating the real things in life.
Writers paint an illusion also. It’s an illusion that you grasp whether it is in fairy tales, fantasy, horror, or sci-fi. All an illusion. We’re magicians of the worded world. The color that writers give to the world can shape a magnitude of untouched areas in the mind. Think about that.
I received eight books yesterday from a dear friend. She probably don’t want me boasting about it, because it was a kind act that I know the Lord will richly reward her for doing. But these books are poets and short stories, and literature. All for me and do you know what those books will do? No, not sit on a shelf, they will color my world!
Upon opening the box, tears started flowing down my cheeks. They were joyful tears mind you, but tears nonetheless. Someone cared enough about me to give me a part of themselves. Not many people do that, you know. That is what it is all about, people! When we let go of selfishness and give love unconditionally, we then begin to color our world, with rainbows! Dancing magical rainbows!
The magic of the world is filled with rainbows, imagine that!