knit rainbow

There is a chair in the corner of my room. I love to sit in it. It was seven dollars, which somehow makes it better, not very comfortable, next to my window, and doesn't match. Sitting in it I can see into my closet.
This is going to sound odd, but I enjoy the view. The part of the closet I can see is the part where my scarves are hanging. They are hanging on hooks that my roommate, who previously lived in this room, put up. Thanks. They are at different levels and somehow that makes it better, more "artistry" I guess. I only wear 1 or 2 of the scarves, but I love how the colors look together. There are a couple scarves I have never worn and don't even like how they look on me, but on the hook combined with the other scarves, I love them. The colors together are so great and remind me of a rainbow. Rainbows remind me of God's promises: to love me, to always be there for me, to protect me. Maybe this is why I love the scarves so much, or maybe why my favorite song is "Somewhere Over the Rainbow".
Someday I'll get rid of those scarves, because facing the facts I just don't wear them. It's not as if they never served a purpose through, because I didn't wear them; in fact maybe they served a more profound purpose. A purpose that challenges me to look beyond the simple use of things, to look and see a greater purpose in everything, everything does comes from Him.
Or maybe I just think they look cool and I'm being blessed by cool sights all around me, in the most unique places to remind me He are everywhere.
Whatever it is I enjoy the scarves more on the hook than anywhere else; and because of that I don't ever want to wear them, because I like it better that way, since I like them better that way.