Something Beautiful...

So...  Since January began, I've been moving slowly through The Message version of the Bible.  I haven't gotten very far, lest you think I'm spending hours and hours in the Word and achieving sainthood.  I'd like to... I'd like to be that extremely disciplined follower of Jesus that springs out of bed and cracks open my Bible at 5:00 am...  But let's just say that Jesus has not moved that mountain yet...

In my (slow and light) reading, I ran across some verses in 1 Timothy about women doing something beautiful:

And I want women to get in there with the men in humility before God, not primping before a mirror or chasing the latest fashions but doing something beautiful for God and becoming beautiful doing it...




I like that:  "doing something beautiful and becoming beautiful doing it."

Yesterday, the wonderful choir that I have the privilege to direct and rave about quite often, served up a scrumptious dinner at the local House of Compassion.  One of the gals made 100 Italian meatballs!  We added roasted potatoes, clean-out-the-refrigerator-green-beans and a plethora of jellos.  We cut up some cake hanging out on the counter... A simple feast!  A banquet!








And I looked at the hands... The hands of the lusty singers were all doing something beautiful.




The House of Compassion is not a place where people look in mirrors... 




No one primps there... 




No one compares fashion notes... 




The humility factor runs at a pretty high level...



And beauty reigns...

The singers were using their hands and hearts to do something beautiful for God and becoming beautiful doing it.





Father God, it's a new day.  What beautiful thing can I do today?