Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, black, brown, white, grey – these are colors I remember displayed in one of my elementary classrooms, on a string of posters. We learned our colors as they pertained to things; green grass, blue sky, white snow, and purple flowers. However, as vocabulary and word usage grows, the way that we use colors expands.
Despairing in darkness, passion of crimson, happy friendship of yellow, green of growth, blue of contentment, soft pinks and blues for babies, white of hope, grey of confusion. We wrap our emotions in colors, wrapping ourselves in cloaks of color.
Joseph had a cloak given to him, one that was richly ornamented. His father gave him this to celebrate his son. Joseph was also wrapped in a cloak of different colors with the events that happened in his life. I think of how that robe must have looked, many different colors and textures formed together to make each part. Wrapping that robe around his self, I would imagine that Joseph tried to get a glimpse of how it fit here and there.
We try on different cloaks as well, as different seasons of our life come and go. One part may be in joy and another in pain, perhaps trying to be invisible or very noticeable, practical or extravagant, we could describe them all in colors. Yet, when we wrap that cloak around our shoulders we are deciding how we will perceive things. Perhaps it will be through rose colored optimism, grey hazy skepticism, or somewhere between.
Wrapping any cloak around myself, be it one of attitude or one of cloth is a choice. Many factors can go into that choice, but it my choice and your choice to make.
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