Sometimes you see something that makes you catch your breath – in a good way, but it causes a kind of pain. You’re looking at it and its as if that thing is almost too beautiful to take in with your naked eye. Like trying to look directly into the sun. Sometimes tears do come to your eyes. There is a kind of beauty that hurts.
Often you find that loveliness in the face of your sleeping grandchild or the sight of your old mutt and your cranky Tabby nestled together, sleeping by the fire. Many, many times you find it in nature.
Even after all these years, you’re still amazed to see it in your spouse’s work-worn hands. Those are so, so beautiful.
Beauty in Spring
Spring is such a powerful time of year – everything going through upheaval as new life begins. I’m grateful that this is the time of year we celebrate the freedom of new life, the beauty of the sacrifice required for new beginnings.
Passover is just such a celebration. Easter, too.
The Savior’s Beauty
What a precious experience to step into the Red Sea only to have it part for you. What a tremendous effort it took to sludge through all that sand and wet muck to make it to the other side.
And I can’t think of anything more beautiful than sacrificing your life for your friends.
Some of us do this by serving our children and still others accomplish it through meaningful service in the community. There was One who accomplished it by praying in a garden and then being crucified on a cross.
Yes, there is beauty that hurts.
I’ve learned to embrace the pain with the pleasure of being witness to the beauty.
It seems you can’t have the one without the other.