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The Coat of My Life, a Story of 50 Colors

Aug 11
4 min read

Manuel Aragon is an entrepreneur out of Colorado with a deep background in business, Tax Prep, advisory, and planning. Has served as a Chief Financial Officer (CFO), Operations Manager, Finance Director, and Consultant.

Executive Contributor Manuel Aragon Brainz Magazine

My life is a coat of 50 colors, and each one tells a part of a story, a story of pain and purpose, of dreams and despair, and of a divine hand weaving it all together. Just like Joseph, my journey has been marked by both incredible favor and profound suffering. The coat I wear is not just a piece of clothing, it’s a living symbol of my life’s narrative.


Portrait of a smiling man in a colorful patchwork jacket with a cross necklace, seated against a dark sparkly backdrop; MA patch visible.

A symbol of favoritism and a father's love


My story began with a Golden Yellow light of promise, a time of childhood dreams and pure joy. I felt a unique sense of anointing, a gift from my Father that set me apart. This was my Royal Blue hope, a deep certainty of a future with purpose. This special garment of my being, woven with a Silver thread of clear thought and a Gold thread of joy, was a sign of my future purpose. But this very gift, my unique spirit, stirred a Scarlet jealousy in others. My very existence and simple happiness became a target.


A cause of jealousy and hatred


The coat became a constant, visible reminder to others that I was different. My natural inclinations, the Green of my growth, the Pink of my tenderness, and the Orange of my creativity, were seen as a form of arrogance. This fueled an existing resentment, leading to a betrayal that felt like a Crimson Red wound. My vibrant coat was torn from me, and my spirit was cast into a pit of despair. That's the Black of my story, a time of utter darkness and loneliness, a spiritual prison like the one Joseph was thrown into. It was a time of fear and hopelessness, yet I still studied and found favor in places that were meant to break me.


A representation of birthright and future leadership


In the pit and later in my own seasons of slavery and confinement, the coat was gone, but the anointing remained. The very Maroon bruise of my betrayal, the deep and painful injustice I endured, became a part of my story. My hard work was recognized, and I found a renewed sense of favor. This was my Brown consistency, my steady devotion to doing my best, no matter the circumstances. This earned me a position of trust, a time of Pure White innocence and peace. My ability to listen and offer insight, a kind of Olive wisdom, became a comfort to others in their own dark times. I was learning to be a leader, not through a title, but through service, using my gifts to bless others. My humble spirit, like a Tan foundation, was being prepared for a greater cause.


A lesson in God's sovereign plan


The destroyed coat set in motion a series of events that demonstrated a powerful truth: God can use difficult circumstances for good. The lies and betrayal I faced, symbolized by a Gray cloud of doubt, led to a time of solitude. In that low place, I learned to rely on God's favor in a new way. My quiet faith was a Beige foundation. My spiritual insight, my ability to see what others could not, became my Silver key to freedom. The journey from the prison to the palace felt like the bright, wide Sky Blue of a brand new day. I put on a new robe, not of my family, but of authority. It was a Purple of royalty and power. My rise to a position of leadership was a mosaic of new colors. My ability to plan was a bold Teal clarity, my leadership a Fuchsia boldness, and my healing spirit a Lime Green new beginning.


A foreshadowing of God's redemptive purpose


When those who had betrayed me re-entered my life, I had to face the hardest part of my story. The memory of their betrayal was a sharp Plum ache, but in that moment, I chose to forgive. This was my greatest act of strength. My forgiveness was a gentle Lavender grace, a choice to let go of bitterness. The Turquoise calm I felt was a testament to God's healing. My loyalty was a deep Cobalt Blue that had never truly faded. My life, with all its ups and downs, is a testament to the truth of Genesis 50:20: "You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good."


My coat is not a simple garment. It has the Mahogany of my family history, the Bronze of my resilience, the Aqua of my adaptability, the Ivory of my honesty, and the Yellow of my joy. It has the Rose of my love, the Jade of my desire to bring healing, and the Coral of my unique voice. It has the Periwinkle of my imagination, the Mint of my lightheartedness, the Indigo of my intuition, and the Garnet of my fortitude. It has the Pewter of my quiet determination, the Slate of my integrity, and the Ochre of my ancient wisdom.


My coat is not a symbol of perfection, it's a testament to redemption. It shows that God can take the darkest threads of our lives and weave them into a magnificent, purposeful design. Every color, from the brightest Gold to the deepest Black, is a necessary part of the beautiful story of a life anointed by God's favor, a life that has been broken and, in the breaking, has found its greatest purpose.


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Manuel Aragon, Tax Consultant & Advisory Planner

Manuel Aragon has elite expertise in tax preparation, accounting, finance, cash planning, and tax strategy. Manuel has delivered modern, innovative financial solutions, driving growth and efficiency for multiple companies in Colorado. His leadership and approach have solidified a reputation for excellence, onboarding, and overall client satisfaction. Continues to serve in multiple roles across the Front Range as a Tax Preparer, Chief Financial Officer (CFO), Operations Manager, Finance Director, and Consultant.

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