All beauty is only reflection. ~ Ann Voskamp
It’s true, you know. All beauty is merely a reflection.
A reflection of the imagination and creativity of a God at play. Flinging galaxies across the expanse of infinity. Bouncing stars and planets into perfect precision. Shooting hoops of Northern Lights to sink into Alaskan sky. Carving canyons and mounding Himalayan peaks. Tracing rushing rivers with divine fingertip.
Sand and shells and granite and marble; trees and ferns and toadstools and flowers. From East to West and Northern tip to Southern pole of planet earth, all is filled with beauty and wonder. Catching rays of glory reflecting through pinpricks in atmosphere as heaven leaks drops of ethereal eternal into the here and now.
Some days I see Him.
Some days my eyes are wide open and I notice Him in every mirror of beauty reflecting brightly into my life.
Some days I gasp in awe to catch a glimpse of Father’s face shining through everything. Each grain of sand; each droplet of ocean water; every intricate snowflake falling softly to the ground, piling high to absorb the sounds of earth. And in those moments, God’s beauty absorbs into me, as well.
Some days I give sway to His beauty and allow His presence to tuck me tightly against His chest as I breathe in the scent that is uniquely His own.
Some days I really do see Him. A God who cares enough to reveal Himself here. To me. And I lift my voice with all of creation and join in the song of praise.
But then there are other days.
Other days, I neglect the beauty.
Other days, I refuse to open my eyes to anything but the ugly pain that infects my heart as surely as it infects this sinful world.
Other days, I allow the voices of rocks to outshout my praises to the One and Only who is worthy of them at all times.
Other days, I give sway to temptations and allow my soul to be absorbed by the pit from which I have already been rescued.
Other days, I forget the grace that is mine and the beauty that surrounds these blind eyes too stubborn to accept the healing hand of sight.
But not today.
Today I choose to open my eyes wide and see the gifts.
Today I will lift my voice in praise to the One who instigates His own worship simply by being Himself.
Today I choose to behold beauty… and be held by God.