I think this will be stained into my memory like a splash of wine coloring the cream colored rug.
Such a bright, intoxicating color of burgundy, but yet too subtle and mistakable to be considered a mistake.
You’re violent red, coloring my black and white to neon brights.
You’re the loud sound keeping me from sleep.
You’re the beautiful arrangements of love and splendor; but does it count if it’s not love?
I dream in you and of you but is it meant to stay or just simply for tonight?
Will you be a distant cloud, a memory once lost, destined to be forgotten the second the sun bleeds through my window blinds, sending stripes of light through my window. Dependable but not remember able.

Maybe I’m meant to love you for a season but not for forever.

Instead of asking yourself “What would Jesus do?,” start asking yourself “What is Jesus doing?”

Jesus is alive and the Holy Spirit lives inside of us. Too often we consider Jesus as a past memory instead of a present reality.