Sometimes life pounds hard, zips past, and makes demands. Even if it's just the simple routine of work and dishes and bills. And sometimes, really all the time if we're listening, beauty calls out. Her voice isn't demanding though. It's gentle as a mother's, salty as an ocean breeze; full of nuance and flavor, whispering of rest, joy and healing. Beauty is a gift. God's gift, an intimate part of his created order. I wonder if enjoying his gift of beauty is a form of worship, an expression of thanks.
This Sunday, after the work and privilege of worshiping God, our family took time for the work and privilege of enjoying beauty, together. It was hot and we (okay me) snapped once or twice, but it was lovely and satisfying to be together. It's a whole other experience living near water, one that we're discovering the joys of bit by bit. These pictures were all taken in Pensacola, Florida, enjoy.
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| Our lunch view at The Fish House, best grits EVER! |
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| My sassy southern belle! |
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| I loved the artistry of this charming old church. |
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| A peak inside. |
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| Live oaks! Living poetry in a park. |
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Live oaks are prone to long limbs that break.
I love their solution to offering the trees support! |
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| My water baby enjoying the splash of a pretty fountain. |
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Southern architecture delights my senses.
I love the balance and decorum of this house with it's cheery mustard walls. |
Beauty makes us better. Where have you seen beauty lately? Won't you share with us how you answer beauty's call?
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