Of Beauty and Words

It’s just a fancy way of saying it, really. “Beauty and words” means the same thing as “white lace and poetry.” It’s the combination of two art forms by which the Father draws me into deeper places with Himself. Sometimes the beauty is looking into the face of a newborn niece. Sometimes it’s a bouquet of hydrangeas or in the smile of  an elderly woman passing on the street. Sometimes it’s overlooking a mountain range in China and feeling insignificant and awestruck.

Sometimes the words are a handwritten note that arrives in my mailbox at the perfect time. Sometimes they’re a passage in the sixth chapter of Micah where God tells me in a short sentence what He requires of my life. Sometimes they’re tucked in a Jane Austen story, over breakfast with dad, a phone conversation with my sister, or the sermon last Sunday.

Whichever way they come, I am refreshed and challenged and inspired through their influence. I want the beauty I encounter to bless others. I want the words I write to paint the light, to reveal deeper places of the Father’s heart. I would like, I think, for my life to reflect a bit of white lace and poetry.

“Let your repentance be a growing habit, your faith an increasing faith, your holiness a progressive holiness, your victory over the world a more decided victory, your love to the brethren a more hearty love, your watchfulness over yourself a more jealous watchfulness.” [ J.C. Ryle ]

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