I don't know a single person who doesn't love beauty. We admire beauty in many forms: flowers. Sky. Beautiful people. Pretty clothes. I love beautiful earrings; I just bought some. We all want to be beautiful, and we want to surround ourselves with beauty. Why else do I try to keep flowers in my room? Why else do I love putting on lipstick? Recently I've been noticing that I long to surround myself with beauty in many forms. Something about beauty speaks to me on a deep level, and I'm beginning to wonder why.
I think beauty heals us. Yesterday I wrote about weariness, and the toll it tends to take on us. In the course of the everyday, we tend to grow exhausted, like pencils worn down to the stubs. Beauty heals that. It is like a breath of fresh air into our faces, like a cold breeze on a fall day. It wakes us up, it pulls us out of ourselves. Seeing a gorgeous sky or some beautiful flowers gets me out of my own head, which I need so often. I need to be reminded that I am not the center of the universe.
More than that, though, I need to be reminded that I am not alone.
Beauty points us to something bigger than ourselves. It reminds me that I don't control the world, and that that's okay (I'm so thankful).
But I think my favorite thing about beauty is the way God uses it to woo me. How does a man pursue the woman he loves? He gives her flowers. God pursues me every single day by giving me flowers, gorgeous skies, pretty scarves, beautiful cathedrals. He chooses me every day, and I know this because every morning, I feel that He's painted the sunrise just for me. He is chasing after my heart, and He will never stop.
Beauty heals. It comforts. It does these things because it comes from God -- because God is Beauty Himself. Beauty shows us that we are not alone, that we are loved by God, that He wants us to be with Him. Beauty is a safe place because He is, and He wants us to experience that by being His and only His.
It's a gorgeous love story. May we let it woo us every waking moment.