I have some of my best childhood scribblings and doodles and other handmade “art” stored away in a plastic box – scrapbook evidence of a mother’s love and the fact that beauty truly IS in the eye of the beholder.
Don’t we all tend to prize most those things created for us, crafted by the hands of those we love? Maybe that’s because we know that the time and thought taken to give us that gift is an expression of the heart, the purest form of affection.
Like this new day we’ve been given.
When we understand that every bit of beauty we see is a letter from God, in his own handwriting, to us – His beloved children, we begin to understand His heart.
And when we rejoice in the blessing of His good gifts, we bless the Giver. Our “thank you” to Him is in the cherishing of all these keepsake days.
We give thanks to You, O God, we give thanks!
For Your wondrous works declare that Your name is near.