beauty in the beast

this evening, I paused at the kithen window. I paused, because there were big soft slow moving snow flakes falling from the sky. they gently blanketed the ground, giving me a feeling of warmth, dispite the cold right outside my door. If we had not sinned, do you think there still would have been snow?, or is there more glory for God in the seemedly cold harsh sin filled world that we chose? Is there beauty in the beast?

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Anonymous said…

*sigh*
that was a really cool and profound observation. you really caused me to stop and think! one of the "divine paradoxes" in life is that because of the grace of Jesus Christ, there is "beauty in the beast".

awesome.

2:19 AM

Assateague.

Assateague. A new kind of swear word, or a wild horse Island on cost of Maryland? I spoke with a friend of mine on the phone the other day. He had been wondering why he hadn't seen me in awhile, I explained that I had gone east to Delaware, there we,( we being my house mates and I) , Had adventures and time next to the ocean. While we were there, I explained that we had visited an island called Assateague. His response made me laugh" pardon me" he said." No,"I said, "I'm not swearing at you." There are these Islands called Assateague, and chincoteague. They are located in Maryland and Virginia. The Islands are national wildlife refuge. One kind of wildlife are the wild horses. We saw them up close and personal, that was unexpected. We're all ok though, and the horses only wanted to say hi, and see if we would feed them any of our strawberries. The strawberries were mine, and I was not about to give them up to a horse, no mater how wild he was. ...

wet pavement.

Remember that song we used to sing when we were kids, the one we sang when we wanted to go frolic in the out doors but we didn't because it was raining. Rain rain go away come again some other day. Or the one about the old man, It's raining it's poring the old man is snoring, he got out of bed and bumped his head and couldn't get up in the morning. Why did we sing those songs, I mean what happen to the old man? I remember, a few times, during the summer when I was a kid my parents would let us play in the rain. This sounds strange I think, but I like the smell of wet pavement, and I used to lay on it face up eyes closed, every other sense awake. The side walk would be warm from the summer sun of the day, and the rain falling on me would be cool. I remember thinking this is so beautiful God. To know God, is to really experience life, in a vivid sort of way, to have every sense, AWAKE.

More from the Tom boy

...She will most likely have a favoret tree she climbed when she was a girl. She didn't just climb it she sat in it and dreamed in it. She also probabley sprang ankles and wrists jumping out of it at times. Maybe she dreamed of building or built, (with her dads help) a tree house or tree fort in the tree. One of her favoret movies is the Sandlot, and she wanted to be one of those boys, and was really frustrated because she didn't seem to have the same kind of fun and adventures they did, or maybe she did. If she did she sure got into a bunch of trouble. She will have stories about playing in the dirt, chasing down lizerds catching crodads in the crick, and having mice for pets, and being the fasest girl on the neighborhood block. This Tom boy is a dreamer, always wondering and questioning life and pausing to hear the noise or silents inside. For the most part these thoughts and dreams never are spoken out loud though they are bursting at her seams to be heard.

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