What is beauty? Beauty is subjective, anyone will tell you. Take, for instance, a five-year-old in mismatched pajamas:
Heart-stoppingly beautiful to me. Potentially less so to you. But there are sights that many of us agree are lovely, and I want to know why. Here on this morning after a thick snowfall, here in the early part of February when I have every right to be longing for spring, I find beauty in this:
And I am sure most any Moe you yanked off the street would agree. Why? Why does God make us stop and sigh when faced with a simple act of physics and chemistry? What biological purpose does this serve? I think it must just be a little gift. The note attached might say something like, "Take time to notice the magic around you," or "Man-made things are also my work,"
or, "Don't be afraid. There can be beauty even when it seems like there is nothing but death."
And sometimes I am afraid. But I look for hope where I can find it. I look for messages whether or not they were intended for me. I look for gifts that might have my name on the tag when I know I don't deserve any. And when I am filled with pleasure by allowing myself to enjoy such a gift, I feel like I am getting a hug from God.
Heart-stoppingly beautiful to me. Potentially less so to you. But there are sights that many of us agree are lovely, and I want to know why. Here on this morning after a thick snowfall, here in the early part of February when I have every right to be longing for spring, I find beauty in this:
And I am sure most any Moe you yanked off the street would agree. Why? Why does God make us stop and sigh when faced with a simple act of physics and chemistry? What biological purpose does this serve? I think it must just be a little gift. The note attached might say something like, "Take time to notice the magic around you," or "Man-made things are also my work,"
or, "Don't be afraid. There can be beauty even when it seems like there is nothing but death."
And sometimes I am afraid. But I look for hope where I can find it. I look for messages whether or not they were intended for me. I look for gifts that might have my name on the tag when I know I don't deserve any. And when I am filled with pleasure by allowing myself to enjoy such a gift, I feel like I am getting a hug from God.
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