Thursday, September 15, 2011

The beauty born of trial



Fall is a time when we admire the beauty of nature as the trees turn color and the forest takes on a variety of gold, red and orange hues. The color is so stunning we often forget it is a sign of dying.

The same goes for other wonders of nature. One of my favorite paintings depict a stormy sea crashing on  rocks. I remember staring at this picture and admiring the awesome spray of the water against the rocks, the boiling sea tossing waves high into the air, when suddenly I realized the very thing I was admiring is a terrible thing to experience. Sea faring vessels fear such a sea, and beach goers, at least sane ones, would not dare venture into such a surf. And yet, there is beauty in the sight.

Perhaps this is to remind us that 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, and our strong soul. Even though we may not be aware of it while in struggle, it is good to remind ourselves that there is beauty even in pain. And that even if we do not see it, others do.

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