CREATED

I've been blessed to have seen a great many 'things' in my life.  Things that men have created; breathtaking in scope.  Size, scale, medium - all of the things people with which people can fashion objects of awe.  I can wander in ruins from antiquity for hours and never get bored.  Standing in the presence of simple documents, penned as an impassioned stand for independence,  reduce me to tears.  That's not an exaggeration.  My husband had to pull me out of the National Archives because I was just weeping.  Unbeknownst to him, he dragged me right into the Magna Carta exhibit.  More tears.

Structures from Chicago to Florence have taken my breath away, and the elegance of engineering with ancient tools is the penultimate example of beauty.

I say penultimate because I have also witness the perfect example of beauty.  Walking adventures with my family have led us to perfection.  'Created by God' is the designer label.  One can mimic a cove, carved over millennia by pounding surf, but one can never truly duplicate.  No matter how many chemicals one pours into a cement pool, it cannot match the perfection of the ocean at it's most remote spot. 

I know many of you disagree with me about J.C. and the possibility of a divine entity - his existence, his worth, his .... well, everything.  But I think in my own heart, he's astonishing.  The beauty I see around me is better than anything that even my most talented artist friends can make (and they are wicked talented, believe me). I know He exists because I have seen the water and the cove in this photo.  I know He exists because of the little girl in that photo.  Who, upon seeing this water, looked up at me and smiled.  Like I've never seen her smile before.  Of my own merit, I wouldn't deserve to see that water.  And would never deserve that smile.  And yet I was shown both. 

So He exists, because I don't deserve the good I have been given.  And yet I keep getting good stuff every second.  And I am humbled by that.  Thank you, JC, for my every day.