Updated: Nov 25, 2020
There is no word to describe a mother. At least, nothing that satisfies the tongue to soul definition. Being a mother is an endless array of color..
Color as a noun is described as the quality or substance with respect to light by the object, usually determined visually by measurement of hue, saturation, and brightness of the reflected light; If a mother were the object and God is our light, our color is determined by the measurement of God's light within us. This is an immeasurable color.
Color as a verb is described as, to cause to appear different than reality. If a mother were color in action, she would be a woman of God th
I am a mother to six children. Six different shades of me. A birth, two adoptions, a death, a rainbow, and a miracle. I am saturated in the colorful story of heartache and happiness. Good times and horrific. Uncertainty and confidence. The color of my motherhood is not written within the lines but spilled all over and splashed on me with anointing of permanent bright hues. Even if we are broken, we will still reflect the light of God like a kaleidoscope of color.
The color of motherhood started for me with two faint pink lines. Since then, I have been many colors.....
But today, I am the color of the rainbow. An indescribable beauty, a life of fruitfulness, a covenant glimpse of Heaven, and a mindful promise from God.<