Sometimes I look at the life of another and I find it more beautiful than my own. But I’ve come to realize that it is never, ever because their life seems more perfect or put together than mine. It is always because their life is full of real life. And they are content. They are leaning into it. They are finding the joy in it. They are finding God in it. They are finding their own honest tears in it and letting them flow. They are thankful. They are grateful. They accept the grace they are offered. They are finding their purpose, their peace, their comfort. Amidst whatever is happening.
And that looks beautiful to me.
It’s the kind of beauty I want in my life.
As the days whirl around me with challenges and errands and tasks and little kids scrambling at my feet, I don’t always find the beauty in it all. There are definitely times in every day that I find beauty in the people in my life, but not always in my life itself.
The beauty fades whenever things don’t go well. When life starts to look different than I had planned or wished. Let’s be honest, life becomes ugly to me when I don’t get my way.
I want to slow down, no matter what is stirring up around me. I want to seek all that I find so beautiful in someone else’s life. Because it is not their life that I want and it is not actually their life that is beautiful.
It is their response to life.
For that to be beautiful, my life doesn’t have to look just like theirs, or any particular way. It is just about my response to what God has put in my life. About me accepting his grace, his peace, and his comfort.
And then I believe I will see the beauty all around in my life. The beauty that has always been there but that I have failed to see.