where to find the prettiness

Everything's not perfect.

I know that; you know that. We all know.

There is not a single thing on this earth untouched by imperfection.

 However, however.

Almost everything is touched with a little perfection.

The perfection of Christ, the perfection of beauty - almost everything.

There is prettiness among us. 

There is... Perfection among us.

the field across from my house

 Look for it. 

Just look for it. It's really not hard to find. 

I wake up each morning and try so hard to distinguish it - where is the goodness? What have I missed? I just stare at my pale morning room. The rays don't hit my walls yet, they don't bring cheer yet; the moon has left her gloom on my walls, left the gray; left the dark. 

I slowly, groggily turn my head toward the open window and can't help but fix my eyes on the sun emerging over the treetops that line the cornfield across the street. It was harvested weeks ago, but it's still so golden and pretty. 

Oh.

I've found some. 

I found the prettiness - I've found the perfection. Soak it in, soak it up. 

Wow.

You are welcome here. I whisper to the brightness. And we talk until I get up from bed.

 So all day I look and look for it - I slip and slide around the corners of our little piece of land in Ohio, pulling up rocks and pushing through tall grass, desperate to find more. And I do find more.

george

It comes little by little, don't forget that.

And sometimes, it comes by lots - just be patient. 

my nephew, Jairus

But sometimes that is all we need, just the little things that exist around us what will grow in importance someday soon. 

But for now, just look at the sunrise, at the autumn trees, at the fog resting over your little patch of Earth.

 I run to the cornfield, my pups leaping and bounding at my feet, I lift my hands up and twirl in the warmth of the sun; I twirl in the cold.

So pretty. So very pretty. 

I realize nothing is perfect, and everything is a lot of madness - but I'm willing to wait for that moment of good, that bit of everything's okay that I never saw before. 

I see that waiting is good, is nice, even. It's suits me, even if I do get tired. 

So, I wait for that moment. 

Come, sit down. Wait with me. 

Leave time in the life you careen through for a heavenly moment. Let it seep into your heart and try your best to notice it. Just wait for it to grow; hold it close and cherish it. Cherish love, cherish sweetness, cherish the littleness of the pretty things around you; cherish how they increase. And increase with them.