It’s not something I do often — think about my favorite things. I have a hard time identifying what my true favorites are in most areas because there’s so much I love. So much I crave. I used to think it was an affection for change, but I’m pretty sure I’ve discovered the truth — it’s a restless heart. One thing I’m looking forward to about eternity with Jesus is for my strivings to cease. Can any of you relate?
I love beauty. I’m not referencing the super narrow, ever-changing definition of beauty that’s been offered to us in the 21st century. You know, those definitions that tempt us all to “stand out” by being the same, by following the guide of what’s “in style” for our clothes and make-up and homes and cars… you get the picture. You can’t escape it.
I’m talking about beauty that calls to the deepest parts of our soul when we see it (or hear or feel or taste it). There’s a feeling that reminds us we were made for more that’s incredibly hard to describe. And while it leaves us longing for Heaven, this feeling whispers that our Father sees us, and knows us, and wants us to experience beauty here in this world, too. What a gift. Which leads us to my favorite song.