Why is the twisted inside of a broken seashell sometimes more beautiful than its former completeness?
Why are hungry, destructive forest fires that bring so much death so necessary for new growth?
Why does an irritating speck of sand trapped within the mantle of a bivalve produce an elegant almost-gem?
Why must things happen to us in life that stretch, crack, break us?
Perhaps the same spiritual laws that govern our souls also seep into the physical realm.
Perhaps the reason God allows pain in the universe is because the greatest beauty that exists is the kind birthed from a transforming hideousness. Perhaps beauty could never stand out if its opposite did not stand near.
Perhaps beauty is nothing until we know what ugliness is.
And perhaps the raw and twisted emotional insides of a human being whose neat and tidy exterior mask has been stripped away are beautiful because they are real, they are true, they are material the Holy Spirit can work with and mold and transform into beauty.
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