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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

No Sting

December 16, 2015

Dear Fellow Travelers,

My travels over the past few weeks have taken me to cemeteries. I have, by choice, spent time walking around in 4 different cemeteries. I don’t go there at night, that would be too creepy. But during the day, I find the atmosphere to be very peaceful and comforting.

I love the solitude. It helps lift my brain fog. Being around my parents’ and grandparents’ and great-grandparents’ ( and other relatives’) graves, I can reflect and recall my upbringing and that helps me right my life-compass. I can’t get where I am going, if I don’t know where I came from, right?  It centers me and my walk. Perhaps that sounds crazy, but it works for me. I enjoy pausing to remember. I am among family and can say whatever comes to my mind. It is a safe place, no judgment. Yes, there are tears but I firmly believe that I will see my saved family members again so that gives me joy too!

I think it helps with my perspective on this earthly life.  Spending time in a cemetery, reminds me to hold loosely to this life and embrace eternity tightly. I know a box in a rectangular plot of dirt is not my final resting place. I know this life is just a blink in comparison to eternity. I have nothing to fear, including death.

O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting? Thank God! He gives us victory over sin and death through our Lord Jesus Christ. I Corinthians 15: 55 & 57

Spending time in cemeteries during this time of the year reminds me that “you can’t take it with you”. All the silly things I am running around impulsively buying for myself and others is just that…… “silly”. As my father always said, “You don’t see a hearse pulling a U-Haul.”

Sometimes I come across gravesites of infants and I wonder how the family made it through such a terrible time. What happened to take this tiny loved one too soon? IMG_5475

Several weeks ago, I drove past a little country church and its small cemetery. I found a tombstone for Mr. and Mrs. Sermons. Located in the church’s lot, I love the irony.

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So I will keep visiting cemeteries from time-to-time, remembering and reflecting and thanking God that I have nothing to fear. “He whose head is in Heaven need not fear to put his feet into the grave. ” Matthew Henry

Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there’s a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room, I shall be able to see. Helen Keller