I see the word for today….it’s red

 

My heart goes immediately to the cross…..where red and white and black and blue are all blended together in forgiveness.  Where a mother’s tears and a son’s words, where a friend’s shouts and a people’s sin stand out in stark contrast against the white of Christ. 

I walk around my home seeking red…and, I find it….

 

 

 

Red is written on the calendar of our family’s activities…the special ones imbued with this crimson hue.

Red is primary on the comforter of my son’s bed. 

Red is in the many pictures hung round our home to remind us of our love for one another…red leaves in fall with children playing, red shirts are worn on children skiing, red lips are spread open in wide family smiles, all for the pleasure of our home’s citizens. 

Red apples lie in the bowl my grandmother once used to knead her bread, a bowl likely pushing toward 100 years old still strong and alive, crafted well. 

Red is the handle of the lighter we so often use to light candles because we love romance. 

And, then I see it…..the greatest red a mother can witness….a sweet reminder of the greatest of all of the reds….

Love….

Written by her little child many, many years ago in childish pen in simple lettering, a sweet, sweet sharing from child to Mama…. 

Their heart.