Beauty again.

Hello readers (if there are any of you left).  This blog is having a major identity crisis-that’s why you don’t see me on here much anymore.  I’ve been moving on to new writing horizons, so to speak.  Fresh air, new experiences, different audience.  Not that I am a big deal,  I just can’t be a hindered writer, and I feel a bit hindered here- a bit conflicted as to who I am writing for.  So, the few entries will be sweet ones.  I’m savoring them, and hope you will as well.

Beauty is in the essence of the feminine soul. She was created to radiate the unhindered beauty in the depths of the heart of God.  And it’s been messed with by the Evil One.  Manipulate and twisted to be so cheapened.  Yet, not without the possibility of redemption.

Beauty.  I can’t escape it.  I love the beauty of this world. Graphic design, nature, canvases, people, retaining walls in a garden- all of it.  The last two days have provided me a desperately needed break from the pace of the last 3 months.  And what I have found myself drawn to is creativity and beauty.  Fresh life is coming into my soul.  Just today I was walking in Lincoln Park, walking the dogs as  I am house-sitting.  I was talking to God about some difficult things in my life.  Some things I had screwed up in.  Some things I was confused about.  Mostly wanting to know God’s love.  Afraid my sin could make me step outside the reach of His love.  In the midst of straining, praying, confessing, I looked up and saw a beautifully blossoming cherry tree. It was perfect.  Delicate, vividly pink blossoms were pitted against the backdrop of the stormy gray Puget Sound. Wet, darkened bark reached out like strong arms supporting the inspiring color. The waves were gently crashing against the rocky, log-jammed beach.   I was amazed.  Amazed that my God continually shows me such beauty in my life, in the midst of sometimes what I feel is the messiness and utter imperfection of my life.  It spoke to my very soul. I was worshipping God for the beauty of the nature in Seattle.  How is it that I even get to live here?

How does such beauty still exist? At times, I feel so undeserving of any of it. How does beauty move me so? How do I even get eyes to take this in?  And why can’t I do it more consistently?  Beauty is very closely assimilated with grace and love in my life.  As I watch my Father God pursue me through these trees, this ocean, these people, I am reminded that I am loved beyond measure.  That is grace.  That is love.  I feel as though I am experiencing one of the very reasons I was created.  And I’m not “doing” anything.  I am simply responding to that which already exists.  Pausing, stopping, noticing something that I desperately desire to radiate.  Yes, I am worshipping.

A note to the men (if there are any) reading this:

Pursue her beauty.  When you are with her, pursue her beauty.  Pursue it holy and wholly.  Let is push you into intimate pieces of the heart of the Father. Ask her what she finds beautiful.  Ask her what she is experiencing as she stares at the flowers, the perfection of colors in the forest, the towering cedars, the gentle or powerful waves of the ocean, the faces of the broken, the colors of a canvas.

Be keenly aware, that as she experiencing beauty- as she is still & staring, as she is singing, as she is loving deeply, as she is giving of her time,  as she is wrapped up in beautiful environments- she is experiencing the very things she is created for.   She is fully worshipping.  And if you are involved in a relationship with her, do not worship her.  Don’t make her or her body the ending place of your affection.  Worship alongside her in these beautiful places.  Stand with her in awe of the heart of God who created it all.  Realize in these moments that she is completely star-struck.  Her experience of beauty is so transcendent, she feels almost perfectly complete.  She feels fully alive in those moments.  Her heart, mind, and even soul feel aligned and “right.”  So stand with her.  Hold her hand.  Listen. Worship.  Walk with her through this process of redeeming beauty.

“You make beautiful things, You make beautiful things out of the dust,  You make beautiful things, You make beautiful things out of us” -Gungor

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