I kept hearing Journey Pink. I was reading Zechariah 9:9 in The Message and the words were popping off the page:
Shout and cheer, Daughter Zion!
Raise the roof, Daughter Jerusalem!
Your king is coming!
a good king who makes all things right,
a humble king riding a donkey,
a mere colt of a donkey.
And you, because of my blood covenant with you,
I’ll release your prisoners from their hopeless cells.
Come home, hope-filled prisoners!
This very day I’m declaring a double bonus—
everything you lost returned twice-over!
Then, like a whipser I heard, PINK: Princess In Need of a King.
I was on a journey and the color pink was my visual reminder to stay on task and to cling to His truth and His promises.
I wore it to remember I was His daughter, His princess. I wrote with pink ink to remember that He was my King and He loved me. I especially wore pink on Thursday’s for my counseling sessions because the green (shame) could be so overwhelming. I took all kinds of pictures of pink throughout my day. Pink flowers, pink cars, pink skies. I noticed pink, and looked for it.
Pink represented the passion that He had for me to pursue HIM. It was having the faith and the courage to keep taking steps. I was discovering His Names and what He truly said about me. These truths were new to me and I was letting them sink into my very core.
It reminded me to keep saying, “I want to follow you Lord – but I need you to show me where to go, and what to do. Lead me and guide me – show me the plans you have for me. Give me courage and strength because I quickly grow weary and give up. I easily retreat and think this is too hard! I can’t do this.”
Shame and hot memories were colors and those colors held me back. They covered me in lies. They were filled with voices that told me I wasn’t loved and that I would never ever be healed.
Pink loudly told me otherwise.