In the space of a few days, oldest son breaks his right arm working in the barn, youngest son twists his left ankle on trampoline, and the sunflowers droop brown and heavy in the garden, blooms withered.
We elevate and medicate and supplicate, and yes, there are tears.
November winds blow and it rains.
Do I have eyes audacious enough to see beauty, courage to declare the lovely in days that wail of the ugly, the boldness to fill the hollowed out places with surprising grace?
The true artist enters into work of Father and makes the ordinary material of the world new.
Inspired to pick the common and make it new with seeing eyes:
Lord God, here, let me see You… in the unexpected and unlikely.
Have you joined the Beauty Challenge this week? With gratitude journal and empty vases and prayers for the open eyes….
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