Beauty

I grew up in a valley. Almost every morning, the rain would shroud the verdant mountains with its light, cool gray, and the clouds would gently brush the tops with their ethereal touch. The sun would eventually peek over the ridge, flooding the valley with a rich, warm, golden light. The wind would run through the trees, sweeping away the humidity before the heat could settle between the limbs. And if you breathed it all in, you would smell all of it at once; the beauty and wonder of the life all around you.

We have sleek, high tech computers and iPads, state of the art buildings and furniture, smooth cars that run with little more than a whisper. We busy ourselves with so many things that we loose track of it all... sure, these do have a certain beauty to them, but do you ever sit in the middle of it all and have that feeling as if there were more? If only you could reach higher? As if there were something to be desired on the top shelf of the kitchen but you were too small to reach up and grab it?

Perhaps we've forgotten what beauty is.

I think this is what we've forgotten nowadays; we've forgotten the beauty of simple things. From the grace of the rolling hills to the magic of a humble dandelion, God's wonder can be found everywhere. We await grand miracles and wonders with such bated breath that we don't think to look at the miracles right under our noses. We try to build a tower to reach the unknown upon the highest shelf, but don't realize that we don't need to try so hard. There is something in the stillness if we take the time to quiet our selves in our busy lives. God is waiting there. He is always waiting.

Albert Einstein once said that there were two ways to live: to see nothing as a miracle, and to see everything as a miracle.