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beauty remains

I don’t think of all the misery, but of the beauty that still remains. ~ Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl

We  unwrapped the fragile ocean jewel and placed it in front of him. A delicate sand dollar with five tiny doves hidden inside. Our sponsored child, Angel, wrote of his dream to visit the ocean so we carried the beauty of the ocean to him.

As we presented our gifts to Angel,  we witnessed pure joy. In this age of beeping gadgets, simple pleasures widened his eyes and broadened his smile. Beauty is found in the eyes of the beholder and Angel’s eyes found beauty in everything. Our time together felt like Christmas morning filled with wonder and amazement.

With a small air pump used to inflate his soccer ball, he blew air at our faces. Giggles erupted. Pleased with those results, he shot a blast of air into an empty candy wrapper and squealed as it sailed through the air.

We blew bubbles together. When my husband captured one on the wand, Angel studied it as a true wonder of life. A shimmering delicacy. Then he popped it and a chain reaction of laughter began.

For six hours, we experienced the beauty of life through Angel’s eyes. Fun and new; bright and hopeful. Then Angel turned toward the sound of children running and kicking a ball. Our trinkets and treasures provided amusement. But we couldn’t give him what those children had: use of his legs. The moment passed. His smile returned; his resiliency rebounded. Angel, you are our hero.

One glorious day it will be different. With Jesus as his Forever Friend, Angel will walk, run, hop, skip, and jump around Heaven. No handicaps or limitations. No wheelchair; nothing to hold him back. When Angel takes his first step, it will be the most beautiful sight indeed.

How weary we grow of our present bodies. That is why we look forward eagerly to the day when we shall have heavenly bodies that we shall put on like new clothes. 2 Corinthians 5:2 (TLB)

Angel taught us to enjoy life’s simple pleasures: seashells, air pumps, and bubbles. Through his eyes, he reminded us to see beauty not misery.

beauty

I longed for beauty as January’s cold and gray enticed me to remain in bed. As neighbors yanked lights from their doorways and tossed once decorated trees to the curb, I searched for beauty. 

Beauty calls and awakens us uniquely. My mother-in-law creates beauty through embroidering and beading. My husband describes beauty as a well-crafted golf shot. My oldest daughter’s face reflects the beauty in her son’s giggle. My youngest daughter designs and paints beauty on her easel.

I see beauty in every child’s face and in a spiral-thrown football delivered to an open receiver. January displays her beauty in snowflakes and icicles, crowded bird feeders, thick wooly sheep, crackling fires, sweater-wrapped dogs, steaming mugs of hot chocolate, and deer tracks through the snow. With a recent loss of electricity, beauty appeared when darkness gave way to light.

On this side of Heaven, I seek and find earth’s limited beauty in people, places, and things.

We want something else which can hardly be put into words—to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it, to become part of it.~ C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory

Not until I reach my Heavenly Home, will I experience the Beauty described by Lewis.

At present we are on the outside of the world, the wrong side of the door. We cannot mingle with the splendours we see. But all the leaves of the New Testament are rustling with the rumour that it will not always be so. Some day, God willing, we shall get in.~ C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory

When I am no longer on the wrong side of the door, I will bathe in the light of True Beauty, Jesus Christ. Lewis is correct. That kind of Beauty cannot be described with words.

  • Let’s look for beauty and thank God for filling our lives with it. 

Dear Heavenly Father,  Until we stand in your Splendor, help us to seek beauty and appreciate this world You created for us. Thank you for loving us. Amen

Breathless

The view took my breath away. My next-to-be breath caught in my throat and just lingered for a nanno-second. But then my involuntary actions took over and my breath released.  Inhale-exhale.  It was so stunning; it made me gasp.

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My finite mind can’t explain all the how’s and when’s associated with the making of the Grand Canyon but that didn’t hinder me from enjoying  the beauty formed by the Creator. I just sat and  reveled in its exquisiteness.

My husband and I found a secluded and safe spot to sit and dangle our feet. It was peaceful and perfect. We enjoyed some peanuts and chocolate bars and great conversation. It was an impressive arena to snack and share and reminisce about other God-gasping moments.

Two other times came to my mind as I gazed across the enchanting vastness. Two other experiences had left me in a similar state of awe and wonder; awaiting for my next breath to release from my lungs. I knew I was blessed to be a part of something so special yet my finite mind failed me again with trying to explain the wonder and magnitude of it all.

Those two times were the births of my two daughters.

All of Creation is of God and by God. He is the Master of Creating. He allowed my husband and me to experience two of His most precious Creations. (OK, definately more me doing the experiencing than my husband. Let’s be honest.)

When the two gifts were first placed in my arms, I was breathless. How was this posssible? What was inside was now outisde.  What was unseen was now seen. What was “this is crazy” was now “we love her so much”.

As newborns, our daughters were red and wrinkled but perfect in every way. It was another God-breathless moment. This was nothing my finite mind could process, so I just reveled in their adorableness and His Goodness. God’s Handiwork leaves me breathless.

What leaves you breathless?

Let’s Walk Worthy!

 

 

 

Sea Shells

Walking the beach, I scan for the most perfect sea shells to take home with me. What a fun surprise to find a whole, unbroken sea shell!  I seek those without chips, holes or imperfections. I want the pretty ones, the whole ones. I am on a mission. Crunch, crunch as my feet walk across the shells I deem too small or too damaged or too ordinary.

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Most of these sea shells have traveled a rough and bumpy journey to land at my feet.

 

They were once the calcium carbonate  homes of many different types of mollusks. But when the mollusk dies,  the home is left vacant to be tossed about in the rough currents and slamming waves. In their journey to the shoreline, they get beat up. They break and crack. They lose their perfection. They lose their beauty.

So I keep walking, right past them. Goal in mind: perfect and whole sea shells. Those that are worthy to go into my pocket.

As I wash up on shore, bruised and beaten-up by life, I am very thankful the Beachcomber doesn’t keep walking past me.  There I lay, for all the world to see with my chips and gaping holes. But the Beachcomber doesn’t see me as too small or too ordinary or too broken. He sees me as beautiful and worthy. Worthy enough to go home with Him and be displayed as one of His magnificent creations.

So the Beachcomber stops. He bends down, brushes off the loose sand and takes me lovingly into His Hands. Turning me over and over in His hand, He recognizes me as one of His. He looks past my imperfections and sees the whole me. He gently tells me,

There you are. Look at you! You are so lovely! I know you have been tossed about in the waves of life, but now you are safe. I am taking you home with Me. You are my prized treasure. You are perfect exactly as you are. You belong to Me.

I slide down into His deep, safe pocket. But I realize I am not alone! I am one of many damaged ones rescued by the Beachcomber. I am surrounded by shattered and smashed. I see crushed and defeated. But the Beachcomber sees beauty and completeness. So He keeps walking, gathering, loving and restoring.

Deuteronomy 7:6, I am His treasured possession.

Psalm 139:14, I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

We are His valued treasures, the Beachcomber says so.

Let’s Walk Worthy!