What is beautiful?
Where is the beauty in June storm clouds? Where is the beauty in April twisters? Where is the beauty in babies dying and fathers walking to prison with scarlet “murder” written on his chest? Where is the beauty in an infertility scare and a missing reproductive organ?
I read words once that said
“All God makes is good. Can it be that, that which seems to oppose the will of God actually is used of Him to accomplish the will of God? That which seems evil only seems so because of perspective, the way the eyes see the shadows. Above the clouds, light never stops shining.”
Can I receive the manna he gives for today and give thanks for it and say that it’s grace? Because it doesn’t look like grace and it doesn’t feel like grace and it isn’t beautiful.
But what if my perspective is wrong and I’m looking incorrectly or even to the wrong thin?. What if I’m looking down and around but not up?
The beauty isn’t in the pain. The beauty is behind it. Behind it, the light is still shining and if we wait, the clouds will pass.
The beauty is in a community coming together and the church rising up. The beauty is in 22 months with a child and hearing his laughs and the beauty is in the 9 months that baby was protected by his mother’s body. The beauty is in the fact that I even have ovaries at all and the beauty is in the fact that I can live without one or even both. The beauty is in the thousands of adoption agencies that offer babies to women who can’t have one by her own strength and so she receives one from the very hand of God.
The beauty is in the God of the broken. The beauty is in giving thanks for every day and all it holds because it’s grace.
And he might not have given that grace. He might not have.
But he did.