Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Life is Beautiful

I find myself saying this a lot. I know, I know, it's very cliché, but it expresses my sentiments very well. I don't mean to say that life is always rosy or that every day is happy. That's not it at all. I think we learn to take the good with the bad, the joy with the sorrow, the laughter with the tears. Opposition in all things. But I feel like that balance of positive and negative is really crucial. It always seems like the little things that I probably wouldn't even think about are just absolutely wonderful when I'm dealing with something not-so-beautiful.

There are so many kinds of beautiful. There's the natural beauty of a tree, the human beauty of a pretty face, the pure beauty of a newborn baby, the affecting beauty of a piece of art, the beauty in the movement of a dancer. And then there's a sort of heart wrenching beauty of something so sweet, so perfect, and so amazing that you want to somehow be connected with it, to reach out and touch it, so see if you could somehow affect such beauty. I've been thinking a lot lately about what makes something lovely and why we all like such different things. What would the world be like if we all liked the same things? Boring? Perfect? Peaceful? Contentious?

So, this post doesn't really have a purpose or any deep meaning, it's just me rambling a bit. But on occasion I like to fling my ramblings out into the void, just to see if they come back or hit anyone along the way. *fling!*

1 comment:

Corrie said...

Life IS beautiful and we were created to enjoy the beauties of the earth and to make all things beautiful. In Psalms 90:17 it states:

"And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us: and establish thou the work of our hands upon us; yea, the work of our hands establish thou it."

The tricky part is to not let our eyes become clouded with the challenges and busy-ness of life and miss the beauty.

Two weeks ago after an extremely difficult day of doctors appointments, we were traveling home very late. Just as we crested the mountain tops a huge beautiful stag stood directly in the head lights. Tall, majestic, full of grace just stood there unafraid. We watched him in wonder as long as he would remain in our view. He was a beautiful display of strength and courage as it is the heart of hunting season. A direct lesson in beauty in all things.

Thanks for the reminder Kels!!!