In my eyes, the most beautiful thing that God created were spirits. I wonder how much time it took him. I wonder what sorts of material went into creating something that is so intangible.
I love when people reveal their true spirits. Not only do you see them in a more intimate way, but it's almost like seeing a little piece of God.
This week I have been thinking a lot about how each person has a story to tell. If you pay close enough attention you can read it just by looking at them. You can see in their eyes. You can see it in the way they fidget with their hands. You can see it in their posture and in the way they hang their head; high or low. There are so many emotions that we experience.
I remember many instances as a teenager getting into trouble because I didn't hear something my parents told me. They called it "selective hearing". They would recount to me that they had asked to do the dishes yesterday and I even responded and said "okay", but for some reason I just could not remember ever hearing that!
My mom has a sister that always gets teased because she has a selective memory. All of the sisters will be telling stories; "remember that one time..." and she regularly says "I don't remember that!".
I think sometimes we have selective emotions. We choose to only feel a certain way. For some they battle every sad feeling, medicating it like a disease. There are some that choose to not feel happiness; shooing it away like a pestering cat. But when we do either of the two we are truly missing out on the beauty of life.
Do you remember when Adam and Eve were in the Garden of Eden? There were two different fruits; the forbidden fruit and the fruit of the tree of life. One was bitter and one was sweet. But without one, we could never have truly understood the taste of the other; without the opposition we would be left in a state of innocence. We would never be able to see the beauty of life.
I think there is beauty is tragedy. There is beauty is sadness and heart ache. There is beauty in every broken soul.
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