The drive home for Christmas break was lined with trees that looked dead. This, aside from the bone-chilling cold, is one of my least favorite things about weather. I have never thought that trees in winter were beautiful unless covered in a layer of snow. When driving past the trees, somewhat lamenting their lack of foliage, I was wondering if some people consider trees in winter (without the snow) to be beautiful. I unconsciously challenged myself to be one of those people, to find something about it that I thought to be beautiful.
Surprisingly, it didn’t take me long to come up with an answer. Their beauty is in their strength and endurance. These trees, that appear dead, are indeed alive. They are equipped to last through the harsh winter season, enrobed in strength for longsuffering by the Almighty. Once I viewed them this way, I started to perceive the trees as pillars of strength, in possession of beauty and worthy of my respect and admiration. I expect this enlightening experience in the car will likely prompt me to continue challenging myself to have fresh eyes and look for the beauty in things I usually don’t notice or consider to be lovely.
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