God's Beauty

We think of honeysuckled flowers; we think of spiderweb sparkles shimmering in the morning's dew. We think of valleys deep, verdant and green, and mountains peaked with power supreme. These things are beautiful to our eyes, precious to our memories. But. The here music, the now wonder is the truth of people and their hearts, shining inside our lives: The bagboy at the grocery store with the limp who rambles on but smiles at you; the cranky lady (now a friend) at the video store with the sad eyes and old hair dyed too red; the walmart cashier who tells you about her kids through pierced lips, but soft eyes -- because you asked; the 5 toothed tatooed man at the food pantry who winks a confidence that he slips tracts about Jesus into the bags; the roadworker who flashes a hesitant sweaty hand because you waved. God's beauty is his image in us. God bless.