Humanity is pittiful, ragged, futile, and naked. There is nothing in anyone which can be called beautiful. Our world speaks of a beautiful woman or a handsome man. But these labels are attributed to those things which will wrinkle, become frail, and return to dust by rot.
There is death, dying, and sickness all around us. I see a small tree, healthy and vibrant; growing in a lush forrest and full of good expectations. But it grows next to a rotting log. This young tree will grow. It will become strong and full dispite the storms which rage against it, for it's roots have found water and good soil. The storms will become tools designed to give it strength. It will give harbor to all kinds of birds and the small animals will enjoy it's value. But even this tree will find rot begin within.
If this is so for a plant which can often live for 200 years, how more is this true for us? God alone is beautiful. He does not die, and He does not contain rot. I consider it pure joy to know that the One who loves me is willing to share this beauty with me. I become beautiful when I let Him live in me. When I humble myself to His will and allow my thoughts to become His thoughts.
By His Grace
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