It convicted me.
How often, when I walk about campus, do I actually see all the beauty surrounding me? How often do I notice the broad expanse of blue sky streaked with the glory of the clouds in the sunlight, or the intricate delicacy of the yellow flowers burdening the palo verdes, or the smooth and elegant contours of the trunk and branches of those same trees? How often do I see and appreciate the rich texture of the bark of the mesquite tree, or the deep shiny green of the leaves of the orange trees, or the soft interplay of sun and shadow on the grass (or even the pavement)? And how often do I give thanks to God for creating all this beauty and letting me live in such a marvelous place? Not often enough, I think.
Instead of assuming that things are drab or dreary, dull or ugly, I think we should see it as a challenge (and maybe even an exercise in Christian faith and joy) to look for the beauty that is hidden everywhere in plain sight. It might lift up our eyes and our hearts to heaven, in gratitude and joy, and give us a bit of freedom from the burdens of weariness and sorrow we carry here on earth.
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