beautiful:: part two.
Because a.) This is coming from a girl who
could sit in front of an already A-worthy essay for hours, clicking “thesaurus”
on every other word (which means yes, I’m
well aware that under the definition of “nerdy” you’ll find a picture of me,
falling asleep with a dictionary next to my bed) And b.) I am one of the
thirteen people in our country who still does not own a smart phone, so
internet searches are a rare privilege for me (Though my husband may protest to
that statement… I admit I take advantage of his iphone now and then, but usually
it’s just to look up health symptoms and further deepen my hypochondriac
within). So obviously, I deeply adore
this enormous book of black and white adjectives- and yet, I admit that
sometimes its definitions fall short of satisfactory. This particular search, however, turned up a
brilliant starting point for my personal hunt to define beauty. So, with no
further ado, my first but not last
standard of what it is to be beautiful:
Beautiful:: very pleasing to see or hear; delighting the
mind or sense
Now, I don’t know about you, but when I see a Victoria’s Secret poster or witness the seemingly flawless
figure of an NFL cheerleader, I am filled with a sense of personal failure and
covetousness, more often than not. Lust,
not love, is invoked upon observance. These images are not pleasing or delighting in the deeper sense of the word. No, but true beauty- the kind of beautiful I
ultimately want to grow in- is found in the things and people who are full of
contagious passion and curious peace, both confidence and contentment. Barbie-figures may turn more heads, but real,
honest beauty inspires. That white-haired, wrinkle-laden couple
holding hands as they walk through the bookstore; the sunset bleeding orange
across the seashore; my aunt’s face walking into my dad’s hospital room to say “thank
you” for his life-giving kidney… All sappiness aside- these visions are
pleasing, delighting, inspiring. They are beautiful.
O.K. Not Fanny Brice, but Isaiah ......52:7
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!
Time spent in the Word, conforming our image to His is ever so much more valuable than money spent on Max Factor! wheeeee!
oh, and you would love my combination dictionary AND thesaurus....Websters...so big it can double as a booster seat and/or door stop!
Gr. Linda
amen! which is partly why you are one of the most beautiful women I know :)
ReplyDeletehaha, YES, if you ever draw my name for Christmas you know what to get me;)
You're comments are cracking me up!!!