i'm sitting at mead's. my beautiful coffee shop. the one of my dreams. the one i waited for. put my whole heart into.
what really brings me to tears is the art hanging on the wall. this place of beauty and quiet and coffee noise and chatter and music has a soul. and the painting looking at me is an old man. with one eye (that you can see). i've decided to call him jake. i feel like he told me that is his name.
he likes it here. so do i. jake and i like a lot of the same things. he likes the wall too. i always loved that wall.
every day i see something else that's new that i love. every time i look up, i take a picture with my eyes and try to memorize the parts that resonate so with my heart. this reflection of god's gentle plea...his invitation to wichita to spend some time in a place dedicated to his glory.
and let no one ever say this place was not born of his glory.
to me, this is beauty. but a lot of things are beautiful.
like the feeling you get when you see tears and you can bring a smile.
like when you realize that you really really love somebody.
like the feeling in your heart when you know god's heart and see who HE thinks you are.
i felt those today.
i made helen smile. someone i really really love gave me a suitcase. and i saw myself in a mirror (my mortal enemy) wearing the dress for the banquet and lost my breath at the sight of god's glory.
have a beautiful day.
