The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field: The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever. ~Isaiah 40:6-8
Often I contemplate on how I would love to be visually beautiful. I am not certain why this intrudes my thoughts as often as it does. Maybe because I was raised by a mother who prized outward beauty and made comments about beautiful women. Maybe because I was the “ugly-duckling” out of a household of beautiful sisters.
It sits like an oxymoron with me; I know in my heart that outer beauty in and of itself has no real depth to it and often brings its own curses. But alas, its like the thought of “riches” that can leap around ones mind like a playful toy. You know money cannot buy happiness- yet at times you still think to yourself, if only I had more money.
And so it was, that the Lord knew my thoughts afar off, and being the faithful and good father that He is, he impressed this thought upon me as I read out of Isaiah 40. It was if he said to me, “My daughter, my precious child, ALL flesh- all the beauty that you see today will be gone tomorrow. The beautiful pictures of women, were but for a moment- a pose frozen in a photo, but the reality of it is long forgotten. Every one of them will have wrinkles one day and there bodies will go to the grave and decompose. But the beauty of holiness will last forever. The beauty of my spirit will never decompose. The WORD OF THE LORD will stand forever.”
And my mind went to Psalms 1- the tree, which is unlike the beautiful stunning flower that draws attention to itself and receives much praise for its beauty; but go back in a week, and the flower is gone- all of its glory is lost in time. But the “Tree planted by the rivers of water” is different. It is rooted and grounded in the word of God, and though many will never exclaim over its beauty, yet it will abide faithful- a shelter from the scorching sun; A home for the fowls of the air. And it will bring forth fruit in its season- year after year. It will abide forever.
Dear Lord and Father in Heaven,
I do not want to be a flower of the field, here one day, and gone the next. Help me to ever be the tree planted by the rivers of water. May I ever abide in your word. For the “Word of the Lord shall stand forever.” Thank you for the beauty of holiness and for planting me by the rivers of Jesus Christ!