Exquisite Flowers and Precious Children are BEAUTIFUL. Everyone knows that.
I look at the word beautiful. Wonder at that word, and want to know that word inside of me.
A Brasilian woman brought me (just about every part of a chicken) soup... on my one sick day (right in the middle of 18 months of wellness).
Warm soup and a toothless smile took away my, one (fever and chills, can't get up into a wavy world from the pillow) day, and thus, my very homesick (wondering about each child and grandchild so far away) day. I could hardly thank her...I whispered "Obrigada" and after she left, I turned the pillow over from the wetness of my tears. She too, is BEAUTIFUL. Like the flowers and the Children.
2 comments:
Well said Brenda. Beauty to me is a matter of a healthy perspective. Real, genuine beauty is only found after one gains a Christ-like perspective of life. And--perhaps ironically in these times--it is there you can also find true joy.
I am excited for the time when the world's beauty fades and all will stand in awe of the true beauty that was all around but noticed by only a few!
I am also looking forward to the resurrection. Where there will be toothless Queens, no more.
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