There is so much beauty all around us. And it never gets old.
stop and watch the swirling snow. . .
stand on the shore and listen to the waves crashing against the rocks over and over. . .
drive over the crest of a hill and see the valley spread out below you. . .
hear the laughter of a child. . .
listen to a snowmelt stream coming down the mountain. . .
hug a friend. . .
hold a sleeping baby. . .
walk in the woods. . .
run in the park. . .
smell bread baking. . .
breathe in the scent of your wife’s perfume. . .
see a sunset. . .
All these common experiences of beauty—most so common they are clichés—can still pierce our hearts and evoke gasps from us. Why?
Why, when we experience them over and over again, do they yet have power? Why can we be startled by their beauty and depth, almost as if we’d forgotten about them, or had overlooked them for so long we stopped truly seeing them?
I believe it’s because the beauty of God, the heart of our heavenly Father, shows through in all of creation. The Holy Spirit, who brings life, freedom and joy, is present in every circumstance, calling to us, sometimes startling us. In those moments we hear the Spirit’s whispers and are astounded again by beauty right in front of us.
We can rush or plod through our days paying little to no attention to beauty, ignoring the gifts meant to woo our hearts to Jesus.
Or we can choose to live in an attitude of expectation and belief. Searching each day for the beauty Jesus has specifically for us.