Restoration

Restoration. I love that word. I love it because I am in constant need of it. I was born in need of rebirth. I was born in need of restoration. "He makes all things beautiful in His time." I have seen this beauty. I have felt it in my inner most being. It moves like wind, stirring up my heart and soul. I cannot seem to catch it, or hold it or conjure it up on demand. It goes where it wants. It moves according to it's own plan and design. Understanding it, the depths of it, is impossible. Yet I know when it is present. I feel it's power and purpose as it restores me and reminds me of my true self, a self reborn. It is a great and powerful beauty. It is the Lord. He is not only beautiful, he IS beauty and in Him and through Him all things are held together and made beautiful. Even me.
I am drawn to old things, things weathered, tired and worn. In their state of need, of restoration, they hold a certain beauty. I know they are in this condition because of use, the constant use and demands of life. And even though they are just things, we of flesh, bone and spirit are similar. I have been used by many things that have worn me down, cracked my exterior and chipped away at my interior -love, anger, work, play, sorrow, abuse, hurt, pride-the list is endless. I am in constant need of restoration. I am in constant need of Him. Through His wholeness, I am made whole. In His beauty, I am beautiful.