Beauty

Beauty--that ever-alluring, much sought-after mystery. Our attempts at it are occasionally comical, sometimes damaging, and often in vain. What is beauty? What makes something beautiful? I think I'd have to argue that beauty is often an experience. Here are some beautiful experiences from my life the last several weeks, as a praise and thanks to the one God who gave them all to me:

-a two week old baby curled up on my shoulder
-a close knit family
-surprises
-picnics
-not setting the alarm clock
-jogging in the rain
-a child's laugh
-freshly plowed fields overlooked by silos and barns
-feeling pretty in sweatpants
-falling asleep on some one's shoulder
-75 degrees and sunny
-a lively courtyard scene filled with patients and families
-twirling joyfully on the bike path and not caring who's watching
-having a friend come to me in tears
-being called wise by a friend of whom I think the same
-flowers, scattered in fields and yards and sitting on my table
-taking work time to make scrapbook pages for hurting moms and their children
-a clean comical production
-conquering a tough hill without another soul in sight
-duets
-clean sheets
-holding hands
-friends who are distant in miles but somehow always close
-still feeling that ache to love people
-not having the words to express gratitude

And I'm only getting started.