You’ve heard it said, “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” I certainly understand the point. However, I’ve been thinking there might be another way to look at it.
It’s true. I look at sunsets, beaches, children, material, a great book, fashion, marbles in the washing machine from active boys’ jean pockets, mismatched socks, a meal made by someone else, thought provoking teaching, my pastor-husband studying, and a multitude of other life-sites and I see beauty. But, there is a lot I miss as I turn away and dismiss certain experiences and visions that in my estimation lack beauty.
It’s in community we learn to appreciate the beauty in all that is. Others show us the grandeur through their eyes and they teach us to appreciate. My friend in NY has taught me, a country girl, to appreciate the eclectic life in her big city, the joy of differences, and the challenge and pleasure of living for a different purpose than those around her. My uncle, the farmer, taught me to love rain and thank God for the gift. Our sons have taught me to love deeply, even when it’s not easy.
When I pull away, reserve energy for myself, forget to touch and be touched by others, then I forfiet a truly beautiful life.