It snowed last night. Probably just an inch or two. I’m looking out my window and enjoying the scene before I have to deal with slippery roads and temperatures that chill me down to my liver. This morning the few flakes that fell last night gave a confectionery dusting over the sleepy tree limbs and bushes. It’s truly a pretty sight.
As I enjoy the winter scene as I write these lines, something in the distance draws my attention through the winter scene. I’m watching an American flag waving in the distance in a cold and lonely cemetery. The red, white and blue gently floating in a light breeze has unknowingly drawn my attention through the snow-covered limbs and otherwise dead winter scene. (If you look REAL hard, you’ll see it in the middle of the frame.)
As I watch the flag, I’m thinking that some people are like that flag. In their quiet way, they can’t help draw attention to themselves just because they are so beautiful. I’m not talking about physical beauty. Yeah let’s face it, some of the most beautiful faces are true beasts under the make-up! What I’m talking about is a quiet beauty in caring eyes and gentle voices. Maybe its a sense of humor that makes you smile on really bad days. Their mere presence makes a difference, probably because you sense their strength that lies beneath. They are everyday heroes going on about their lives, unknowingly touching others in profound ways.
Whatever quality they possess, you know immediately it’s special. You want to put that person in your life. And once they are there, you never want to let them go. Like that flag, they bring a touch of beauty into an otherwise dreary existence. We are all lucky they walk the earth.
After a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner with our friends, Marc and Kay’s home, I’m spending a quiet morning reflecting on a wonderful experience. Everything was perfect. The food was abundant and outstanding. We had a chance to reunite with old friends, and I met an incredible woman.
If Cindy had been a different person with different parents, she could have given up at birth. She was born with deforming facial birth defects, but to her testimony, she was saved because of the love and encouragement of those around her. She was constantly told she was beautiful and had the same opportunities and expectations of the other children in the family. She said she was more than loved; she was adored. Since she was born, Cindy has lived with pain everyday. She’s gone through numerous reconstructive surgeries, and she takes special pain relieving medication.
Yesterday, she became a friend. We discovered we have many common interests from the love of crafting to the kinds of television programs we enjoy. We are both curious about the world around us, and we don’t let life’s circumstances defeat us. Clicking with someone like that is exhilarating. And consequently, we both had a wonderful Thanksgiving Day just getting to know one another.
But the most curious thing happened as we spent time talking. Her spirit emerged and her facial deformities melted away. She was so beautiful and free in that moment. This must have been the face that her family and friends see. It was a miracle! She revealed her inner beauty revealed to me, and I will be forever grateful that she felt comfortable to do so, because what I saw was so amazing.
With our preoccupation with “beauty” as dictated by fashion and fame, it’s important to witness that Hollywood and New York runways don’t have a clue about true beauty really is.