I've recently been thinking about the fortitude of the human spirit. How amazingly resilient we can be in times of trial, and how we have this beautiful ability to draw from what's good and lovely in the world, in such small, simple things. How sometimes its a major choice to let those small, beautiful things affect us more than the things that can get us down. In my fantastic yet still unnamed small group of women that meets every Thursday night, we recently watched the following creation of a fellow student. We were all pretty moved by the simple images not unlike those we all see on a regular basis, familiar scenes and places doing familiar, normal things. But we realized that when we stopped to actually SEE what we merely walk past on a regular basis, we realized that we miss the beauty of LIFE.
I took this picture tonight, and I said to myself, humanity's like that, I think. At first glance, these are dying tulips. The height of their beauty is gone-- the petals have opened up to reveal the delicate inner petals and parts, and the verdant green and saturated pink is gone. The petals are even beginning to wilt and wither on the edges, and its soon going to be time to toss them out. But just look at this photograph.
They're still so beautiful. Even aged, even at the end of life, there's still beauty in these tulips. But only if we take the time to notice. Humanity's like that, too. The people who are wilted around the edges, whatever the reason may be, they're still beautiful, but only if we take the time to notice the God in each other. The damaged and the broken and the wilted people are just as much children of God as those who have known Jesus all their lives and grown up in church. The ability of humanity to maintain beauty despite the trials of life, that resilience, is incredible. It's God.
Don't you think?
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