Witnessing beauty feeds my soul.
Beauty comes in many different packages…
- A mountain landscape
- A child’s smile
- Tulips breaking ground
- A freshly made bed
- A moment of marital intimacy,
the list goes on and on.
This weekend I witnessed something truly beautiful, something that struck me as perhaps the most beautiful thing I will ever have the privilege to see, at least this side of heaven.
I spent the weekend away with friends at a Women’s Retreat near Asheville. I walked into the weekend with zero expectations, which is unlike me, I’d add. All I knew was that it was in the mountains, my best friend was going with me, and the food was supposed to be amazing. That was enough for me.
But here’s what God did –
He provided Holy Spirit lead worship that softened by heart instantaneously.
He orchestrated conversations that encouraged, convicted and even healed parts of my heart.
He surrounded me with women who love to laugh together, and we did this frequently and freely. What a breath of fresh air this was for my soul!
He broke down walls of insecurity, shame and fear. This was the beauty that has been imprinted on my heart. I sat in awe as I witnessed each and every one of these women humbly approach his throne of grace, tears of surrender staining their cheeks. A stranger laid hands and prayed a silent prayer over me, lifting a heaviness that I had grown accustomed to carrying. What freedom I felt! What beauty!
I walked away from the weekend proudly wearing my crown of righteousness, feeling “fearfully and wonderfully made.” I am ready to seek out and bring to light the beauty around me, so that my Father in Heaven receives all the glory, forever and ever! Amen.