I See Beauty Wherever I Look When I Look For Beauty

I see beauty in a mother breastfeeding her baby. I see beauty in a father holding his little child in his arms and cuddling her close.

I see beauty in the wrinkles of an old woman's face because I know she has earned every one of those lines through her life experiences.

I see beauty in the colours of the leaves on the trees and bushes in the fall, before they land on the ground.

I see beauty in the flowering of crab-apple trees in the spring.

I see beauty in the rows upon rows of home-canned fruit and vegetables I've put up each year. They look as beautiful as the richest jewels to me.

I see beauty in the tanned, calloused, hardworn and yes, even dirty, hands of the farmers I know.

I see beauty in the order of the stars in the sky above us each night, and I see beauty in knowing that the sun will rise each morning.

I see beauty in the seasons of the moon, from the new moon to the glory of the full moon to the lack of a moon. I love the sheer gorgeous juiciness of the September harvest moon because it seems so close and big and beautiful; as though it, too, is urging the crops to hurry up, grow that last little bit before being harvested.

I love the beauty of a sunflower as its head follows the sun across the sky. I see beauty when the sunflower head bows down with the weight of all the seeds it holds in the fall.

I see beauty in a clean kitchen with all the clean cutlery, gleaming glassware, dishes, floors, and clean counters. And appliances shining back at me after a hard day's work of providing sustenance for my family.

I see beauty in a family kneeling at night together to say their prayers of praise and glory to a loving and kind Heavenly Father for all of His bounty in their lives, to ask him for their hearts' desires, and to wait upon His words of love and promise.