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5 Minute Fridays - Beautiful!

Beautiful,  5 minute Fridays


Whenever I tell people “Happy Birthday” I always say , “I hope your birthday is beautiful!”  It just sounds so much better.  We are all beauty hunters, God intrinsically made us to be.  Our frenetic world could be spinning around in a million different directions, but let us just catch one glimpse of a orange dreamsicle sunset and we forget for even a moment everything else going on.  Beauty can be found everywhere, even in the ugly.  I’ve found beauty in the most unlikely places, A beautiful wildflower in a patch of soggy weeds.  Maybe its smelling the scent of baby shampoo laced hair as you hold your sick child in a truck stop bathroom.  Maybe it’s the in the midst of a normal Monday meltdown having that toddler tug on your knee and whisper when you are on the verge of tears, “I love you Mommy.”  Or maybe it’s a pair of brilliant blue eyes shining out of wrinkled lids.  God is Beautiful.  And that’s why we are always hunting for it.  His beauty is splashed all over this world and many times in unexpected places.  As a woman we want this beauty to be a part of us, we want to be beautiful and some how we blossom when someone dares to bestow the words, “You are beautiful.”  I still remember the moments where I was when someone first said that to me.  Our little girls need to be told they are beautiful.  Beautiful, there is no other word like it in the dictionary and rightly so.  Only beauty will make you stop dead in your tracks and be quiet for just a moment and realize the infinite beauty of God.  Ecclesiastes says that God has made everything beautiful in its time.  God can make even the most disfigured person beautiful to us when His spirit shines forth.  And when we don’t meet up to our own standards of beauty and the mirror haunts us, even still we know that the real beauty of Christ can transfigure any situation.  Christ is most beautiful, yet for a time He left that beauty for us.  Isaiah says that He didn’t have beauty that others should be drawn to Him, and yet He was the painter of the daily sunset and the crafter of the stars.  Beautiful, its so much more than skin deep and so much more than a physical appearance.  Right we are to pursue beauty, because in the center of real, pure beauty is Christ Himself. 


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