tiny, pretty things.

I love beautiful things. The realization of this truth and the way it touches all parts of me was something to deal with as it seemed, at surface level, incredibly superficial. The Lord made me this way though so... it can’t be that simple. As I’ve been digging into the things that I really find myself gravitating toward and the lines connecting the dots that make me, me, I have come to recognize that I have both a love of the beautiful and an eye for quality and craftsmanship. Even when I’m looking at a thing or a craft at work in a space or industry where my knowledge and understanding isn’t what I would call, “comprehensive”, I can spot it.

I’d like to think it was just me and my brilliance, but the gifts of knowledge, wisdom and discernment are definitely to blame here. I see God in beautiful things. In the nuances of lyrical composition and instrumentation, the fabric and stitching of a garment, the lighting of a cinematic work, the refinement and setting of a stone plucked from the earth. Beautiful things are evidence— altars, to the moment our Father created and saw goodness. The creation gene that we carry as image bearers is what fuels us to build and to innovate. I find great celebration in what has unfortunately become commercialized and perverted. I’m taking it back. Bringing it back to the throne. I choose to honor Christ’s sacrifice in how I engage with and take in the creations of His people.