it sounds pretty poetic, "i ache at such beauty." "it hurts to look at it." "it makes me melancholy, but in a good way." but the truth is, beauty hurts sometimes. ask any artist. ask me.
truth is beautiful.
grace is impossible.
these are the things that gut us, through and through.
i see beautiful blogs with words i wish i'd said and photos i wish i'd taken, or moments captured that sometimes i wish were mine, and beauty cuts deeply: am i worth that kind of love?
nails pushed deep into hewn wood and hands-an uglier sacrifice or a more mysteriously beautiful one can't be found. a crown on a king in a land that wouldn't have him, or hearts that refuse still-love that blinds with in-your-face-beauty.
many things have made me pause and think this week.
choosing to believe he wants to look at me like this.
praising him - i am a newish follower of megan, but her gorgeous photos and heart spread vulnerable and the praise in this post had me quiet and full.
counting the fish - ann's words always linger and uplift, but this post has me haunted.
you, my friend, are beautiful.