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This orange triggers memories of an evening in Champaign, Illinois when an orthopedic doctor wanted to set my broken leg in a bright orange cast— to match the Fighting Illini colors of orange and navy. I said, “No. I want white please.” I am grateful for my time at the U of I but didn’t want it to define me to others. And, to be truthful, my leg hurt at the moment and I didn’t feel at all jolly about fielding or answering the comments a bright orange cast could bring.

The almost translucent strokes of this painting remind me of this Amy Carmichael poem. I like them.

Love Through Me

Love through me, Love of God
Make me like Thy clear air
Through which unhindered, colors pass
As though it were not there.

Powers of the love of God,
Depths of the heart Divine,
O Love that faileth not, break forth,
And flood this world of Thine.

Amy Carmichael, Toward Jerusalem, ©S.P.C.K.

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