I got to sneak out of the office for half of a day yesterday. There was some paperwork I needed from our Ingham site and so I took advantage of the opportunity for a road trip. I hadn’t been over to our Ingham site yet and its a slow week at the Okoboji site so the timing was perfect.
And since it was nearly 5 before I left and so I decided to take my time in coming back. I wandered down a lesser used road, I let myself get lost nearly ending up in Minnesota, and I let myself enjoy a park we never seemed to have time to stop at on the way to my grandparent’s house when I was a kid. It was a good day to take in some Iowa countryside.
“There’s beauty here,” my heart whispered.
I’ve been missing Scotland a bit more than usual lately. The heat and humidity of summer has hit my corner of the world with fierceness the past couple of weeks. To add insult to injury, Facebook memories reminds me almost daily of the sites and cooler temps of Scotland, of spending my days cozied up with books and orange kitkat bars, and of falling asleep to the sound of the ocean waves washing ashore just 100 steps away from my front door. I’ll admit, I’ve looked around found rural Iowa lacking in comparison. But as I drove around Ingham Lake, as I drove through the corn fields which seem to visibly grow in the hot humid weather, and as I passed by farm sites, each with its own unique character, I began to see the beauty in the landscape. A quiet voice seemed to whisper in my ear….
“There’s beauty here.”
It’s different. It’s not what I would have chosen. But there is beauty here. And not just in the landscape. As I was pondering the beauty to be discovered in this part of the world, God was also speaking to me about the beauty to be discovered in this part of my life. You see, part of my frustration in the past couple of weeks has not only been in the missing of a Scottish view, but also in missing various people who are part of my life but, because of time, distance, and money, I can’t just drop everything to go and see. Part of my frustration in the last couple of weeks has been from attempting to enter into the dating world and finding out just how much it can have me over analyzing everything and obsessing over ever potential flaw in who I am. Part of my frustration in the last couple of weeks is seeing injustice and the pain it causes while not being able to nothing tangible to fight against it at this stage and place in life.
So I needed to be challenged yesterday to look for the beauty not just in the cornfields and area lakes, but in the circumstances of life as well. To be thankful that those people are in my life to miss, to learn what it is to cherish the time when I do get to see and/or talk with them, that is beauty. To more deeply understand what love might be and the power it has to redeem what is viewed as ugly or undesirable, to heal what the world has declared broken beyond repair, that is beauty. To be reminded that we are never alone in our struggles, that we aren’t the only one facing a particular battle, that there is always someone out there who can empathise and who is willing to fight alongside you if you are just open to looking for them, that is beauty.
Despite the things I wish I could change about life at the moment, there is beauty here.