Beautiful

Rolling around the word 'beautiful'.
The smell of a Florida breeze as it sweeps past your senses.
The look on a friends face after seeing her for the 1st time in a long time.
A grandmother getting all dressed up for dinner with you.
Waves lapping over sandy beaches.
The realization that although nothing can ever be as it was, it can still be okay.
These things are beautiful.

In this world today miracles are only seen in fairy tales when in reality a baby being born, a mother beating cancer, having enough money to go on a trip, and seeing an old friend...these are all miracles, these are all beautiful.

We are so rich, so spoiled, so blessed with all of these treasures of the world that we don't see the precious, beautiful miracles that show up in front of our faces every day.

As ridiculous as it seems, after playing volleyball with a mid 20 year old black guy on the beach, after talking to him about where he was from and who he was...I became to realize how blessed I was. While on vacation we like to shield ourselves from things that'll test us to do something that we don't want to do. We like to relax and ignore the things and people around us who are hurting. This young man had lost his little brother in a gunning in the 'ghetto' that he lived in. He told us that we were the nicest people he had ever met and all we did was invite him to play volleyball with us.

Guys, what kind of a world do we live in. Did you know that by the time Jesus comes there will be less than 1/10 believers. Less than 1/10 believers. Will you be one of them? Will you look in this world and see the beautiful miracles or become hopeless because of the depth of pain. Be the miracle. Be the believer. Please be beautiful.