Speaking the Color of Brown
Why do we speak in brown?
It’s the muted colors of understatement. We speak loudly with bright greens, jazzy purple, pink, and turquoise in so many areas of our lives. So often I want to draw attention to myself, my achievements, and my thoughts. It’s great to have the headlines. It’s like bright colors surrounding me and drawing attention to myself.
But I speak brown when it comes down to others and the things I should be saying. I mumble my “I love yous” and make my hugs last a little too short. My compliments are well, understated, not big, bold and boisterous.
It’s easy to be exuberant over the touchdown, the soccer goal, the grade card, but when it comes down to my belief in someone, my care for someone, my love for them, I seem to wimp out. I go to brown, when I should go to purple.
I have a friend who in her life really wishes for only one thing: that her dad would stand up and say “well, done, I’m so proud of you” loudly, beaming and strong. But he speaks brown. He thinks his presence, his providing for, and his consistency are enough.
Our souls long for color. Be a little loud. Be a little bizarre green. Go overboard with your hugs, your praise, and your bold statements of love. So I’m learning that its part of the generous life.