Beautiful Things

[Jullianna]

We get up everyday, turn on the news and see such ugliness. This thread is about beautiful things: a scripture, a heartfelt encouragement, a song, a poem, a painting, a photo, anything of beauty that has fallen across your path or heart today. Keep in mind that beauty can be seen in unexpected things...

My favorite poem:

She Walks in Beauty

By Lord Byron (George Gordon)

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.


One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o’er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.


And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!

​

 

[Jullianna]

[h=3]Romans 8:28[/h]
[SUP]28 [/SUP]And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God,
to them who are the called according to his purpose.

 

[TheBlackRider]

Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father.--Matthew 10:29

 

[lil_christian]

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Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father.--Matthew 10:29

Is so fuzzy <3

 

[lil_christian]

 

[PopClick]

There is beauty in having no limits in some areas, and strong ones in others. Something that's been very heavily on my mind.

 

[xAlphaOmega]

 

[NodMyHeadLikeYeah]

The Highwayman By Alfred Noyes (It's a really long poem, so i just posed my favorite part)

Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.

And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor
A highwayman comes riding
Riding riding
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.


Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard;
He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter
Bess, the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

 

[lil_christian]

My favorite book in the Old Testament.

[h=3]Psalm 91[/h]New American Standard Bible (NASB)

[h=3]Security of the One Who Trusts in the Lord.[/h]He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
Will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.
[SUP]2 [/SUP]I will say to the Lord, “My refuge and my fortress,
My God, in whom I trust!”
[SUP]3 [/SUP]For it is He who delivers you from the snare of the trapper
And from the deadly pestilence.
[SUP]4 [/SUP]He will cover you with His pinions,
And under His wings you may seek refuge;
His faithfulness is a shield and bulwark.


[SUP]5 [/SUP]You will not be afraid of the terror by night,
Or of the arrow that flies by day;
[SUP]6 [/SUP]Of the pestilence that stalks in darkness,
Or of the destruction that lays waste at noon.
[SUP]7 [/SUP]A thousand may fall at your side
And ten thousand at your right hand,
But it shall not approach you.
[SUP]8 [/SUP]You will only look on with your eyes
And see the recompense of the wicked.
[SUP]9 [/SUP]For you have made the Lord, my refuge,
Even the Most High, your dwelling place.
[SUP]10 [/SUP]No evil will befall you,
Nor will any plague come near your tent.


[SUP]11 [/SUP]For He will give His angels charge concerning you,
To guard you in all your ways.
[SUP]12 [/SUP]They will bear you up in their hands,
That you do not strike your foot against a stone.
[SUP]13 [/SUP]You will tread upon the lion and cobra,
The young lion and the serpent you will trample down.


[SUP]14 [/SUP]“Because he has loved Me, therefore I will deliver him;
I will set him securely on high, because he has known My name.
[SUP]15 [/SUP]“He will call upon Me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble;
I will rescue him and honor him.
[SUP]16 [/SUP]“With a long life I will satisfy him
And let him see My salvation.”

 

[rachelsedge]

This song has been on my heart for a couple of days now. I start singing it when I feel sad or lost and it helps me remember how great God is.

[video=youtube;8oL6HlzQZLo]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8oL6HlzQZLo[/video]

 

[DuchessAimee]

I love her facial expressions!

 

[lil_christian]

I love her facial expressions!


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What a cutie!! <3

 

[lil_christian]

[video=youtube;0HJYZj8PqEY]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0HJYZj8PqEY[/video]

 

[Catlynn]

The Highwayman By Alfred Noyes (It's a really long poem, so i just posed my favorite part)

Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.

And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor
A highwayman comes riding
Riding riding
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.


Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard;
He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter
Bess, the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

I first heard this poem on Anne of Avonlea. ^_^



I know this may not seem like a "beautiful" thing to many people, but it really makes me smile. ^_^

 

[MissCris]

[SUP]10 [/SUP]Jesus straightened up and asked her, “Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?”

[SUP]11 [/SUP]“No one, sir,” she said.
“Then neither do I condemn you,” Jesus declared. “Go now and leave your life of sin.”-John 8:10-11

 

[Catlynn]

This family is absolutely beautiful to me for all that they represent; Strength, determination, loyalty, family, trust in the Lord, unwavering faith, friendship, sacrifice, benevolence, hard work, community, prayer, life, and an absolutely unconditional love.
This family gave up so much for their son, Trey, and the journey they all took together was life-changing for us all. I had the incredible privilege of working alongside them for 2 1/2 years and saw God more in every day life at their house than I had ever before in my own life. When their little boy passed away last year, I'm pretty sure that their faith, love, and trust increased all the more. They have been an irreplaceable part of my life, teaching me what love and trust look like on a whole new level. They are absolutely beautiful to me. ^_^

 

[iTOREtheSKY]

I know it's cheesy,but one thing that blesses my heart or makes me smile uncontrollably is seeing an elderly couple showing affection. *sigh* ♥

 

[Oncefallen]

I first heard this poem on Anne of Avonlea. ^_^

You mean Anne of Green Gables? Or was there more than one series done about her?

 

[Oncefallen]

Just realized that Anne of Avonlea is the continuation of Anne of Green Gables. I'm gonna lose my man card over this but I've watched the entire made for TV series.

Anne of Avonlea - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

 

[phil36]

I have posted this before..but to me its a wonderful story. (Don't know who author is)


The Cracked Pot


A Water Bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and one half pots of water in his master's house.

The perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the Water Bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you." "Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?" "I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said.

The Water Bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path." Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologize to the bearer for its failure. The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house."

Each of us has our own unique flaws. We re all cracked pots. But if we will allow it, the Lord will use our flaws to grace His Father's table. In God's great economy, nothing goes to waste. So as we seek ways to minister together, and as God calls you to tasks He has appointed for you, don't be afraid of your flaws. Acknowledge them, and allow Him to take advantage of them, and you, too, can be the cause of beauty in His pathway. Go out boldly, knowing that in our weakness we find His strength, and that "In Him every one of God's promises is a Yes."