Being beloved makes the beloved beautiful.
More than anything, I want to live out love in my short passage through this world. Doing that consciously helps me to see beauty in so many unexpected places. I guess it's one of the mysteries of God that if I choose to love, the beloved becomes more lovable to me.
The part that's out of my control, though, is that when I feel beloved, I feel beautiful. I wish I could wake up every morning, go through every day, retire at night feeling beautiful and capable and . . . lovable. Truth be told, though, I don't. I criticize myself, I hear criticism (even unintended) from others, and I feel unlovely and unlovable. All it takes is a word, even a glance, to turn that all around for me. When someone offers love to me, I feel beautiful.
I hope I can remember that so that I can make this beloved world a more beautiful place.