This little digi-scrap resurfaced today in my Google Photos memories, an old creation from another season, quietly waiting to be seen again. It stopped me in my tracks. Colours that once spoke hope into my own heart are still preaching today.

• Red still tells the story of His blood, freely poured out.

• Green still whispers of creation, life springing up where He has spoken.

• Yellow still carries the warmth of His light, steady and sure.

• Orange still marks the edge of night, where darkness gives way to dawn.

• Black still reminds me of the weight He carried, sins not His own.

• White still sings of grace, washing, restoring, making new.

• Purple still holds the sorrow He bore, crowned with suffering and love.

• Pink still dares to hope, a future held in His hands.

What I love most is this, even the simplest creative expressions can become altars of remembrance. God meets us there, in colour, in texture, in quiet reflection, reminding us Who He is and what He has done.

Today I choose to rejoice, to remember, and to give thanks. In His presence there truly is fullness of joy.

💡Reflection:

• Which colour in this piece speaks most strongly to your heart today, and why? 🤔

• Where have you seen God gently reminding you of His faithfulness through small, ordinary moments? 🤔

• What creative expression could become an altar of remembrance for you in this season? 🤔

🎺Affirmation:

I am surrounded by God’s grace in every colour of my story. Even the quiet memories carry His light, His love, and His promise of hope.

🙌 Prayer:

Father God, thank You for meeting me in memories, in colour, and in creativity. Thank You that Your story of redemption never fades, even when seasons change. Help me to remember Your faithfulness, rejoice in hope, remain patient in trials, and stay anchored in prayer. Let my life, like my art, quietly point others to You. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.