What You See Vs. What You Get

They say you shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover. I do not know who “they” are but I believe they are right. I have been slowly learning this age old adage in practical ways. I really like it when God shows me lessons from the everyday routine of life. He can take the ordinary and teach me something extraordinary. That is, something that I need to learn. He exposes my own selfish motives and misunderstandings. And my shortcomings in judging by what I see versus what is reality.

Recently, here in the United States, we celebrated Mother’s Day. My adult children gave me a beautiful floral arrangement. It was delivered a few days before Mother’s Day and to be truthful I was expecting it, as they give me flowers every year. But it still amazed me how nice it was. There were pink roses and white hydrangea blooms. There were ferns and wild flowers. And then some weird looking green pods. I noticed them because among all the beautiful blooms and filler fern leaves, they just didn’t fit. I do a small amount of gardening myself and I am familiar with flowers, but these weird green pods didn’t look like any flower I had seen before. I began to wonder why the florists had added them to the bouquet.

As the roses began to fade and the edges of their petals turned brown, I noticed something about the green pods; they changed color too. They were beginning to fade from deep green to a softer, paler green color. A few days later, as I removed faded rose blooms, the pods began to change shape and form a point on one end. A couple more days went by and I was awarded a spectacular view of this once green pod opening into a white lily bloom. I had wondered before if this was a lily, but it was so tightly closed, it made me doubt what it was. I also was confused as to why the florist wouldn’t have just added lilies in bloom for the arrangement. But, what I could not see before, finally revealed itself. This beautiful bloom had been there all along, but I failed to see it. I only remarked about the beautiful pink roses. But, now as the roses have faded by and turned into an unsightly brown, I have a new fresh white lily bloom to admire. I now see what the florist was doing. This beautiful bouquet, a gift in celebration for a single day, will now continue to give me joy for longer than the roses have.

Another lesson learned that what I see in people is not always what is going on in them on the inside. People might look ordinary, yet as I get to know them, they reveal an amazing personality and ability. We tend to judge others by appearances, and fail to see their beauty. The beauty that God knows is there all along. We are all His amazing workmanship. Let us try to see others as God sees them. And be patient with others. Maybe they are just waiting to bloom. -God Bless, Nancy

Beautiful People

“How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!”- Paul, Romans 10:15

Have you ever met any beautiful people? No, I’m not talking about the good looks of some people, or of “the beautiful people” of privilege, or status, or of wealth, fame and education- but, the really beautiful people. Those whose heart’s are open, kind, loving and beautiful.

My grandmother was a beautiful person, full of kindness and of love. I remember her as always smiling. She seemed genuinely glad to see me when I visited. She would come sit beside me on my grandparents over sized couch and talk with me. She also made the most delicious meals and made it look so easy. She was giving and generous towards others and shared her love of painting and art with others as she taught me how to paint and other how to create their own works of art from clay.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that she was perfect. She and my grandfather fought sometimes and she never liked to visit my mom- her daughter- at her home. But, despite her imperfections, she was beautiful. See, its not being perfect all the time or looking perfect all the time that makes a person beautiful; it is something from within that makes us beautiful or ugly.

If someone would have seen my grandmother arguing with my grandad, they would have probably judged her as unkind and even mean. But they would have been wrong. Too often we judge from the outside and miss the beauty within. The beauty of a diamond is the result of intense pressure and of cutting to reveal the sparkling facets. Beauty is often only revealed after the pain suffered. I’m not sure of the reason for my grandmother’s beauty or if she had experienced pain or suffering- I never thought about it much until now to be honest, but I’m sure there was a story. We all have pain in this life that can leave us bitter or better. Beautiful or ugly.

Last time I shared the need to embrace our pain and move forward anyway. Our pain can help others in providing hope of getting through some of the same things we have experienced. I recently watched another beautiful person who had gone through so much share her incredible story of hope. She calls herself nightbirde, in case you’d like to read her story. She did not sugar coat her life, but laid it out for all to hear and to read. She could be bitter, but she chose to be better- to question God about what she was dealt, but realized she discovered the beauty of God in the midst of pain and suffering. The story she told through music was of good news, of hope, despite the odds stacked against her.

It is this message of hope, of Good News, that is so beautiful. We are lowly instruments that get bruised, battered and torn apart because of this life, yet we carry this message of hope; of life; of the beauty and goodness of God. We can share this message, or choose to keep it to ourselves. We can look at the world around us with contempt, or we can embrace it and share God’s love. We have this choice to be beautiful on the inside and reflect God, or remain bitter at life’s unfairness; it is a choice. Our choice. -God Bless Nancy