Something about the piano praise medley on Pandora brought much needed inspiration this morning. There were no words playing from my speakers, but the words played in my heart. The words echoed,
On a dark, dank, wet day, there is beauty.
The melody repeated and the Lord highlighted the beauty all around. Temptation to go looking for His beauty filled me, until He pointed out that I didn’t need to move from the spot where I was perched at our paint stained kitchen table.
The words from Philippians 4 flooded my heart,
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.
My pen began to slide along my journal, pouring out beauty.
Beauty in the sounds.
Beauty in the breath.
Beauty in the light.
Beauty in the soul.
Beauty in the raindrops.
Beauty in the squirrel discovering the feed.
Beauty in the shine off the wind chime.
Beauty in the Easter garden awaiting the sun and warmth to aid the grass in growing.
Beauty in the empty cross and tomb reminding me death has no sting.
Beauty in the mound of soil ready for it’s plants.
Beauty in the Easter egg project my 9-year-old left strewn about the table waiting to bless her cousins.
Beauty in the school posters hung on the wall signifying learning happening within these walls.
Beauty in the stack of books laying horizontally longing to be read.
Beauty in the mud covered boots reminding me of the tromping my 11-year-old did the day before.
Beauty in the signs of life all around.