Saturday, November 23, 2013
And it's a beautiful life I live. Every part of it.
Oh, I may cry. I may wonder.
I may wish things were different.
I may at times wish to see beyond the misty shroud upon my pathway.
Yet my God is also a lover of the beautiful.
And making my life beautiful is exactly what He is attempting to do. Even through the ugly.
Because sometimes it is the ugly that makes something beautiful.
Sometimes it's the only thing…
If anything falls under the category of miracle, that does.
A miracle of Love poured out upon an ugly planet bathed in ugly scars.
A miracle that transforms ugly hearts.
A miracle that looks past ugly surfaces to discern uncut diamonds, hearts of beauty covered by years of filth.
He calls the ugly beautiful…
He calls each beating heart beautiful…
He calls me beautiful…
And He promises to love me forever and always. Not because I'm beautiful, but because I'm ugly.
It's the ugly that makes the greatest contrast when transformation occurs anyway.
He calls my ugly beautiful.
My love overflows.