This weekend I’ve seen so many beautiful things.
They’re not new things. Mountains, snow, ducks, waxeyes, fantails, lakes, tussocks, sunsets…
But this weekend I’ve seen new beauty in them. My mind is blown at the intricate detail of beauty; the many many different levels and layers of beauty around me. I feel overwhelmed when I think deeply about Your power and beauty reflected in Your creation. I am reminded that You place beauty right in front of my eyes every second of every day, yet I forget to focus my lens. Forgive me.
I also learn that if You have put this much effort and love into Your creation of the beautiful things around me, the amount of effort and love you’ve put into Your creation of me must be
You must love me more than I could ever imagine. And that’s really quite an overwhelming thought. I don’t think I realise how much love, care, and hope that has gone into Your crafting of me.
Surely, one can only craft as much love into others’ lives as she understands is crafted into her own…
You are the potter who creates uniquely beautiful mugs, in the hope that one day they will be the source of life and replenishment for those with whom they cross paths.
As I take a moment to fully take that in, I find myself close to tears. Surely I don’t deserve this. Why do you love me so much?
“I just do.” I hear you tell me.
“All I need is for you to accept it.”
My gratitude is out of this world. Not only for Your creation of me, but for the beauty You have surrounded me with.
You are truly…
…there’s not even a word. Powerful isn’t enough. Magnificent isn’t enough. Wonderful isn’t enough.
And as a word person this really frustrates me!
“All I need is for you to accept it”, you repeat.