As I ran this morning, I saw this little flower emerging from between two slats in a fence. I went back to get it after I was done because I was struck by the contrast between the long row of confining brown pieces and this defiant orange shoot growing out against all odds.
It seems to me that beautiful things can be found everywhere in our lives. On an overcast day in the San Antonio suburbs, a place most people including myself would not classify as picturesque, I was taken aback as I thought about all the beautiful things in my life.
Now by beauty, I do not just mean pretty. To appreciate beauty is to acknowledge the inherent worth in a created thing. Whether in nature or on a piece of drawing paper, a creator pours something of himself into the process, and that is beautiful. Even a seemingly ugly sidewalk was toiled over by someone who poured effort into it.
Jean and I had a rough time last night with Michael. We were both tired and frustrated, ready to take a break from parenting. It was kind of hard for me to take step back and remember how blessed we are. But as we woke up this morning with Michael crawling around in bed between us, playing, giggling, and being fascinated with even the simplest things around him like my pillow; and as I thought about the miracle happening right in front of me in my wife's womb, where a growing baby would soon begin to experience basic things I take for granted in my life like moving my fingers; and as I ran by this lone flower in the fence... I found myself quite speechless and in awe of the beauty around me.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
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