Those who know me well know I love the color pink. I always have pink with me. In fact there are those who will often ask, “So where is your pink today?” if I am not wearing it. I will then pull out my phone with it’s pink cover. Or point to my toes which are always some shade of pink.
Not only do I love pink I am passionate about it. Seriously, I am. If I could get away with it I’d have a pink room, or a pink car, pink hair, maybe even a pink house. I can’t explain it, I just love pink.
It hasn’t always been that way though. I mean I’ve always liked pink but I wasn’t passionate about it. I remember as a teen, once I started buying my own clothes, my mom asking me why my wardrobe was so dreary. My closed was filled with shades of brown, black and navy. I would have the occasional pink or some other flash of color but she was right there really wasn’t much color.
Today my wardrobe still has a lot of black, brown and navy but it also has a whole lot of pink, fuchsia, peach and other fun burst of color.
So what is the big deal? Why am I writing about pink? Well a friend who has known me for awhile, but hasn’t seen me until recently, asked, “Since when did pink become your signature color?” We laughed about it but then started talking about the changes in my life since then.
My “passion” for pink came around 10 years ago. About they same time God began a great work in my heart. We wondered what the color pink meant, it might be fun just to see. Here is what I found.
The Color Pink Represents:
- Unconditional love: Pink relates to both unconditional love and romantic love.
- Compassion: Empathy and understanding are the fuel for pink's nurturing.
- Nurturing: Pink is both the giving and the receiving of love, understanding and respect.
- Hope: Pink inspires the possibility of a positive outcome.1
On several sites I read that while those who like pink are nurturers they also want to be nurtured. I also found that because that they say if you like pink your deepest need is to be accepted and loved unconditionally.
Seriously? My greatest fear has always been that I would come to the end of my life and find myself alone and unloved. While I am fully aware of the lies in the sentence it is where I can go at times. Before God began a great work in me I secretly thought I was unlovable. I couldn’t see the parts of me that were lovable. I didn’t understand I was loved by others and God. So God in His infinite wisdom, love, mercy and grace began to send people into my life to show me unconditional love. They showed me compassion, grace, mercy and began to nurture my soul.
Oh how blessed I was as they began to show me Jesus.
Due to this work of God in my heart I began to see hope. It wasn’t some distance thing that might happen. I was no longer waiting for the next shoe to drop when my life seemed to be going well. I could hope because I began to understand, in the truest sense, that Christ IS my hope. I could hope in His promises. I could trust in what His word said. I could believe that God loved me. I was not unlovable, I was beloved of God.
During that same time I became aware of a great need in my heart to be nurtured. While I was so very tempted to run to people for that it was God who began to nurture my heart as a mother nurtures her children. He saw that my heart needed nurturing and He was the one who nurtured. Yes He often used people in my life but those that He used to nurture my heart constantly pointed me back to Him. God can be both mother and father to us. Truly He can.
As my friend and I talked, we agreed that we don’t believe in the whole “color” psychology that seems to be all over the web, but we did find it interesting and kind of fun to look at. It was just kind of fun to see how the meaning of the color worked right into the work God had done, and continues to do, in my heart.
So why am I passionate about pink? I don’t know. I just really love the color pink. I do however know why I am passionate about Jesus. I am passionate about Christ because He, being God, came down from heaven to die in my place. He was crucified, buried and rose again on the third day so that I might have eternal life.
You seen I am a sinner. I lived in darkness. Total blackness. I have done evil, thought evil and still struggle in parts of my life with evil. I have tried to be good and I failed. I try to follow the rules but I can’t. That is why Jesus had to come. He was and is perfect. So because He loved me (and you) He died on the cross, paying for all the sin I have ever committed or ever will commit. He, being perfect, did this for me. Why? Because He loved and continues to love me.
Now, because I have accepted that I am a sinner in need of help Jesus offers His death in my place. So now God sees me as He sees Christ. It’s as if I have no sin. All my sin is covered, paid for, by Jesus. Now when I die I get to be with Jesus for ever and ever.
I was a sinner and now I am saint. I was going to hell (which is being eternally separated from God) and now I am going to live eternally with God.
I was black and now I am pink!