nothing to set it apart from other baskets.
it sits empty on the shelf
waiting for little hands to pick it up.
waiting to be filled with beauty.
little hands do not look for beauty
to bring to the basket.
rather they take the basket to
find the beauty.
one might ask if a difference
really exists between the two...
one comes across beauty
and needs a place to put it
while the other one
picks up the
basket knowing
beauty is out
there...
a hunt is just required
to collect the beauty.
could bring such joy?
oh the joy is not in the
emptiness.
the joy is in the
process of filling
the basket with beauty.
the joy is in the
anticipation of finding beauty!
for is there not beauty
everywhere?
and is not joy possible
even when the sun is hidden behind clouds?
even when the storm rages?
even when circumstances appear to be
less than beautiful?
less than joyous?
for is not beauty in
eye of the beholder?
and is not joy always
within reach even
when tears flow?
for beauty and joy
come not from without
but rather from within.
from the One who lives within.
living in the joy of each moment
is a choice.
not always a choice easy
and sometimes the search
requires more than I think I have
and often I must hunt for a flower in weeds
or a rainbow barely visible
or a hint of dawn when the night is long.
yet always there is beauty
and always there is joy
and He reminds me
I must look through the lens of gratitude.
and sometimes it helps to get on my knees...
to see my surroundings through the eyes of a child.
to look up...reach up...give thanks to the One
who makes all things beautiful
and gives joy in the journey.
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