I'm a country girl. Take me to the middle of nowhere, to a swing hung from a tree. Take me to where the only sounds you hear are the birds singing and the wind whistling through the corn fields, and I'm a happy girl. (you could add a cup of coffee to that too and it wouldn't hurt my feelings;))
But here I am. In one of the largest cities in the world. Where the most prominent sound is the traffic from the street below. I ask the Lord, "what do you see in this place?"
"There's beauty here, becca, let me help you see it," he says as I look out over our little street full of people and traffic and noise.
And I realize, He loves this place. He loves this place as much as I love my swing in the country, my peaceful quiet, my deep breaths of fresh air.
I like to imagine Jesus is sitting in the middle of this city taking in the sights and sounds. I imagine he sits in the middle of the crowds, breathing in deeply the beauty of the faces. What if the sound of traffic to him is like the sound of singing birds? What if the hundreds of people in the crowded streets move past him like the tranquil breeze?
What turns a crowded, noisy, busy place into a place of beauty and rest? Love. They say love is blind. But I say love opens the eyes. If we could love how he loves, we could see like he sees. We could see beauty, in the most unlikely of places. We too could be captivated by the crowds of people, each a beloved creation made in the image of God. Each one made uniquely. Each one made to love him with heart, soul, mind, and strength.
"There's beauty here," he says, "let me help you see it."
