Beauty

Life is breaking through. 
The green, the blossoms usher away the darkness.

Those long months, the seeds resting there, the earth’s moisture nourishing them.

Things hidden rarely sprout hope.

What if we were transparent? What if our hearts were as visible as our eyes, our faces, our thoughts printed upon our chests for all to see?

But God thought too much of us for that. 
The gardener, He tends to the soul He has planted, nourishing it even in the darkest of hours. 

What if our beauty is hidden in the uncovering of the hard?

The work in the dark. The Spirit leading our souls in and through and around and up to Him. The heart yielding, the beauty forming. We stop hiding.

We show the struggle, uncover the angst and undress the lies of perfection. The hard can be holy. The work of the soul is nothing short of sacred. The beauty lies not on the skin but just below where the Holy Spirit shapes.

In the dark, where prayer resides, hope blooms.  It’s radiance evident with transparency. We sluff off the guise of independence and welcome our fellow dirt dwellers.  Buried in our self-sufficiency, we now find warmth and hope and healing in the light.  We begin again knowing we are seen.  

Our struggle has pointed our souls to Him. 

Submission and surrender have laid to rest perfection and pride.  

Truth gives birth to beauty.

Pursue righteousness and a godly life, along with faith, love, perseverance, and gentleness.  Fight the good fight for the true faith.  Hold tightly to the eternal life to which God has called you.  1 Timothy 6:11-12