The Pursuit of Beauty…

It’s been a crazy pursuit, one that had covered my eyes with blinkers allowing blindness to be a guide in what I thought was a dark world. A never ending merry go round turning on her axis spinning to the same answer. I knew deep in my heart that there had to be more…

The thought of finding, sifting through mess and seeking the truth seemed frightening and I winced at the thought of it. To believe and I mean believe with a new heart that stirs and shakes and brings change is an act of rebellion. A pursuit that took me on a journey deep into unknown territory of breaking chains and setting the captive free. It was time to rise and take the challenge before me… The pursuit of beauty.

My mind had been a choreographed dance which needed time to rehearse a new song of breaking patterns that had engrained, strangled and crippled. Mans brokenness had distorted and inaccurately portrayed me as a woman. This lesson I must learn as I swim against the tsunami of lies. I learn that the real pursuit of beauty is fatiguing and not for the faint hearted.

My eyes lift and I feel the burden of weight shift awkwardly as I glance and than focus on him, the author of life. The God who created, sculpted without mistake this life into a purpose ordained. He attentively watched this unformed body grow in my mothers womb. He gently whispers into the soul to remind that he has fearfully and wonderfully made. The truth penetrates into the hidden with a piercing light bringing release. I start to marinate in purpose and significance, I hungrily turn pages of his promises seeking more, my eyes fall on the words “ Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, instead it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit.”

The tight grip loosens as he speaks, bringing life and restoring sight. My spirit soars with gratitude I realize I once was blind but now I see…


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s