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Operation Beauty


I am an explorer out on an adventure. 

I have been given a quest of the most precious kind.  I search for the bounty of beauty.  Beauty is treasure chest filled with sparkling reminders of God’s extravagant love.  Beauty is God’s gift to the world that whispers, “I love you and I think the world of you...now let me show you.”  I search for these gems.  I have been quite successful, but I still have a lifetime of digging.  

You see, I have been given a special gift.  I can see beauty in truly everything.  I first developed this gift when I began seeing the world through my Father’s eyes.  First, I caught a glimpse of how much He loved me.  Then, I caught on to how much He loved the world.  It is absolutely breathtaking.  In fact, “breathtaking” doesn’t even cut it.  I had never seen beauty of this kind before.  It changed my life.  The world literally sparkles with God’s glorious message of love to the world.

Let me give you a glimpse into this God-given beauty.

When I see a grove of quaking aspen, I see hundreds of leaves clapping their hands for the Creator of the universe.  It is beautiful and make my heart smile.

A sunflower nodding it’s sleepy head in the golden afternoon sun is basking in the spectacular rays of God’s peace.

Herds of thundering hooves pounding into earth is the rhythm of God’s steadfast strength.

Creases in an aged and weathered hand is a seal of God’s faithfulness.

A desolate and blackened landscape consumed from wildfire is a promise of God’s restoring grace.

I could go on and on.  This is just an amateur reporting first sightings of true, God-given beauty.  There is still vast mine fields rich with beauty waiting to be discovered.

So, I have accepted a special mission.  I have laced up my hiking boots, strapped on my backpack, and pinned on a golden name tag that reads “Katrina Parsons, beloved daughter of the King.”  Below that, appears the label, “Artist.”  My job description is as follows: Search for God’s message of beauty and reveal it to the world in a way they understand.

I have been deployed to the world as an adventuring artist on God’s special force team.  This is who I am and this is my life work. 

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