i left work a little later than usual (well, depends on what time i should consider usual...) today in order to make it across town for a hair cut. i could either drive all the way home (northwest about 25 miles) and then down to Franklin (20-25 miles south) to the salon, or leave work and do the 35ish or so miles due-west.
leaving the school, i had to take a way i had never been before, driving down small, windy country roads. with each turn, i slowed in caution, not knowing which way it would round or straighten out. the horizon was the best shade of rosy-red-meets-periwinkle you've ever seen, with the peaks and valleys outlined in coal black. the way the barren, late-fall branches splintered out in the foreground was more breathtaking than eery. just when i thought it could not get any more beautiful, the moon made its grand entrance, in between two brentwood hills. words could never paint this picturesque scene; i think van gogh would've had a difficult time himself. i let out a deep sigh and i breathed in all the beauty of the night, thankful that we live for an infinitely creative God, who treasures beauty and rejoices in it Himself. i imagined that He were seated there beside me, and i could almost hear him whisper satisfactorily to Himself: "mmmm. it is good."
it amazes me the things i am able to see in the world and find beauty in them. the deep colors of the dusk, the burn of the stars in the night sky. the deeply appreciative love of a haitian woman i know so well, yet barely understand. the sun-hardened wrinkles of a grandmother in ethiopia that has buried more children than she bore. the invisible way that the Lord has top-stitched divine people, situations, and events together to only pull one thread and have it all unfold majestically. i've been to the poorest nations, literally. i've seen people comb through a literal garbage dump for food. yet, these people, and God's love upon them, is more magnificent than words could ever express.
thank you Lord, for your Creative beauty. it is reflected greatly in your creation, and i can only think that it is your Spirit that swells within my heart at the sight of something beautiful.
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