Sunday, April 7, 2013
An Artist of the Heart - Seeking out Beauty
The more I learn about the body and see the art inside, the more I realize I'm an artist. You can be a science lover and an artist, right? You can mine the depths of the workings of the human body and be an artist, right?
Maybe I'm not the artist majoring in paintbrushes or bowstrings, vocal cords or clay, but I know deep down inside me, in the part of me that reaches for the tiny fingers of the newborn barely birthed, there is poetry. And poetry makes my heart sing!
Look at those textures and marvel with me at the amazing genius and creative majesty of our Saviour and Creator! What a joy to serve the one who designed this stuff!
Tomorrow I have a giant Anatomy and Physiology test, and sometimes my brain doesn't want to absorb all the information. Sometimes I feel bogged down, overwhelmed, overworked. And then I look up. I see this beauty. I see through my own eyes and my own soul, and I am overjoyed. Overwhelmed by His sovereignty. How can I worry or fear or dread?
So I stop, in spring, to enjoy the flowers. To drink in the scents. To revel in the downpour and the days of cold, misty wetness, knowing that even then, the flowers still bloom, drinking deep for tomorrow when the sun shines.