beauty that hurts...

This year I really enjoyed fall. Often when the first fall storms hit our island I felt not really ready for it. Summer is so short. This year it was just perfect. As I get older I find myself living more in the present. Enjoying what is (even when imperfect). Seeing the beauty that is. Just taking in every sweet moment, my children, colorful trees on the wayside, a stranger smiling while passing by...

But than something strange happens. 

Beauty effects me.

Beauty hurts.

You know this bitter sweet feeling?

This ache? This longing?

And it leads me to the source of every beauty that is.

The Creator.

My human nature is sometimes prone to worship the beauty I can grasp with my senses.

But that will leave my soul empty.

There is only One who deserves my awe, my adoration.

And worshiping Him fills my soul and makes me whole.

Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee:
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!