The girl in the rocker that sunny day in 2001 didn’t know about The Process. She probably wouldn’t have believed in it and she certainly couldn’t have trusted it.
The girl in the rocker had all the answers. Red Letters she called truth, black ideas she labeled fact. Declarations. Words that pronounced judgment.
Apart from the Red Letters, she lived in a black and white world. No word escaping scrutiny. A tally sheet for every relationship. The weight of her marks in her column, like concrete and chains.
The Process doesn’t have a label, but if it did, the fonts wouldn’t match and the colors would be blinding. Red letter girls like strong black fonts, curly cues and colors are terrifying.
That day in the rocker, this girl peeked out from behind her Red Letters and caught a glimpse of the rainbow. The journey has been full of tears and questions, so much that I can’t control. But every tear has been caught by the rainbow Maker and each question has been Held patiently while I sorted it out. Soft hues of grace laced with curves of mercy.
I’m still in The Process of uncovering new shades of grace, and it’s an exciting journey but sometimes so lonely. Want to travel a while with me? What new colors have you discovered lately?