Finding Beauty
I really don't know why I wanted to write this, but it felt right, so here goes. Why are we here? Does anybody know the reason? I do. I even know our purpose. Our purpose is to glorify and enjoy God forever. Have you ever gotten out of bed and thought, "I need to glorify God in all I do today"? I thought not. I struggle sometimes with thinking that God isn't real, and then I look outside and laugh at myself. How could He not be? Look at that flower. It is very small, yet so intricately made and it's perfect. God knew that this flower would make me smile. This tiny speck of a flower was made uniquely by the Creator of the entire universe. For me. And probably for someone else, too. If God were not real, it would be impossible for anything to be. At all. And then, how would we be here? And how would we appreciate beauty while everything else ignores it unless it needs it to survive? I appreciate beauty, a lot. I love to just sit down and marvel at it a