God's Favorite Color Is You
By Phil Scovell
She emailed me from Australia and describe how she felt. It
wasn't good. We had prayed a couple of times in the last couple of
weeks. Her husband wanted a divorce and they had been separated for
more than a year. Decades ago, when she was a little girl, her father
had molested her between 4 and 8 years of age. Now her marriage was
being threatened. Anxiety, guilt, shame, rejection, and confusion had
plagued her entire life. Emailing back, I said we could pray in about
As I waited, I looked up some things I wanted her to read that I
would later email her. My mind was focused on her and I thought
prayers that traveled through my mind faster than the speed of light.
Suddenly, in my mind, I saw a little girl, about 2 years of age, all
dressed up in bright green. she was happy and free. "What's this,
Lord?" I thought. Then I knew without hearing a word but I did feel
it. It was Mary, thousands of miles away, and 40 years in the past.
The phone rang. It was 18 hours ahead of where I lived and the next
day in Australia.
We talked about what was going on and how she was feelings. Then
we began to pray. The Lord gently led her into some horribly painful
places. She cried uncontrollably. "Phil, I can't go there."
"That's ok," I said, "You don't have to. Just wait. Follow your
feelings. Lord, show her the lies you want her to see."
Moments later, we were through to the other side. The Holy
Spirit had shown her how she had been trapped by the Enemy with a pair
of double bind lies. We talked. She asked questions about what had
Before hanging up, I gathered my courage and said, "What's your
favorite color?" She said she looked her best when dressed in pale
blue. I could now let it go. After all, I was wrong, and it hadn't
been the Lord after all. I had seen and heard nothing.
Then she said, "Why do you want to know," in her pleasant
"Oh," I said. "No particular reason, I guess."
She then said, "Well, when I was teaching, I wore green every day
to school. The kids used to talk about how their teacher always
dressed in green. Furthermore," she continued, "when I write notes to
myself as I study the Bible and all, I write in green. Why did you
ask me my favorite color?"
I told her about what I had seen just before she called.
"What does it mean?" she asked.
"It means," I replied, "it is how Jesus sees you. Happy, joyful,
free, and all dressed in green."
Have you ever experience how Jesus sees you? Do you know your
favorite color? His favorite color is you.
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