Same stuff. Same essential elements turned on their sides and seen afresh.
What might have been hideous, horrid defeat, when seen through the correct lens, can be a thing of true beauty? Remarkable!
I may very well have just found my writer's/painter's voice.
This new outlook, this wonderful sense of freedom I am enjoying at the moment..well, it may not last.
But it's so beautiful now. So encouraging. How do I keep the view?
When seen without the proper lens, some things can be soul wrenching, shaming, terrifying.
Some things actually are.
But to me, kaleidoscopes are a reminder that God can exchange ashes for beauty.
The seemingly unremarkable, into the intricate, masterfully woven, and awe-inspiring.
Sometimes I wish life weren't so painful. But...consider the alternative. The lack of contrast between sorrow and joy, shame and acceptance, bondage and freedom. Pain and pleasure. Well.. In a way, these opposites sort of inform each other. I wonder if the truest beauty requires contrast. I think, maybe.
Can it be that we serve a God so creative, magnificent, loving and wise that as we spend time on his lap, crying it out, receiving his comfort, stutter-breathing, that he at some point hands us his kaleidoscope that we can somehow understand a greater reality... A beauty made of shards and fragments.. An actual masterpiece made from broken, shattered little pieces?
There will be more on this subject. This takes my breath. I need some time to sit in this. Love you.
