Beauty in the Soul

Nature's beauty is awesome, especially around this time of year, when the trees turn color, and the forest becomes various hues of gold, red and orange. The color is so stunning we often forget it is a sign of dying.

One of my favorite photos is of a stormy sea crashing on the rocks. I remember staring at this picture and admiring the awesome spray of the water against the rocks when suddenly I realized the very thing I was admiring would be a terrible thing to experience: the stormy sea. Sea faring vessels avoid this as much as possible. Beach goers, at least sane ones, would not dare venture into such a surf. And yet, there is beauty in the sight.

Often we do not see the beauty of our own soul when we are being transformed by such cycles. We feel the pain, or struggle with the fear, or doggedly move forward when we want to lay low. But such incidents do bring out our inner beauty, our faith, our strong soul. Even though we cannot see the beauty of it, it would be good to remind ourselves that there is beauty in the struggle and the pain. And that it is there for all to see.