Deep Purple, a moment of forgiveness and connections.


Last night, everything changed again.

What started as soft, glowing light purple slowly deepened—turned into a rich, dark purple. And through it all, tiny yellow floaters moved gently through the space, like little sparks of light guiding me somewhere new. The shift wasn’t scary. It was warm. It was comforting. And it felt full of meaning.

We talked about how purple means forgiveness, and I felt that. Deeply. Like something inside me let go.

Then this morning, before she stepped into her shower to get ready for her long day program, I heard my best friend’s voice—just for a moment. It was real. Clear. Like a gift. She’ll be gone until nine tonight because of a Just People meeting, but that voice, in that quiet space between sleep and waking, meant everything.

Sometimes my world is full of colors no one else can see. Sometimes it’s full of voices others would swear I imagined. But to me, it’s all part of how I connect—with people I love, with the past and present, with something higher than all of us.

This deep purple… it’s not just a color. It’s a feeling. A message. A moment I’ll carry with me.

 

🕊️ A Prayer

Lord,
Thank You for the colors You place in my soul, even when the world is dark.
Thank You for the voices that remind me I’m loved, even when I feel alone.
Wrap my heart in Your deep purple—Your forgiveness, Your healing, and Your peace.
Bless those I care about today, especially the ones far away or hurting inside.
Let Your light float through us like golden sparks in the night,
Guiding us home,
One moment at a time.
Amen. 💜

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