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Beautiful people.

I listened to a song, and it's been on replay for a while now. Beautiful people by Sheeran and Khalid. I am still understanding the song as a whole. But a line that they repeat severally, brought me here this morning.
"We are not beautiful" There is lots of ways to deconstruct and reconstruct this to try and develop an idea of what they meant to be exact. And I could leave that up to you, I know for sure it was not in any way about features and aesthetic value. What I do want to address, is, there is always two ways to it:

 1.we are not beautiful, our emotions and fears and burdens are ugly, and we have let them make us what we are now; a reflection of our ugly past and ugly circumstances, bitter because we were made bitter, angry because we are full of sin, because that is what we crave.
2.we are beautiful, able to love, have a certain level of empathy and sympathy and compassion, with beautiful smiles from beautiful moments, beautiful poems from beautiful times.

 
Here's my version; what we see, and many times what we are is ugly. Damaged, broken, taped up, complaining, bottled up, comparing, hating, ungrateful, in despair, hopeless, struggling always, searching.

And who God is, is beautiful.
Reflecting perfection. A being, in a class of itself. In a class by himself. Beautiful.

Making us, beautiful.

So, we are not beautiful people.
But there is a beautiful God.
We are beautiful people, if we are for the Beautiful God.
If we let him be in our ugly and pretty it.
As he does, what he so perfectly will, open our eyes to beauty.
A hunger for it.

I'll end with a song I have known since I was a little girl,

"Like sunrise burning at midnight, making my life something so beautiful."


Imagine that, the rays of the sun, blazing at 12:00am.
Metaphorically, Beauty in ugly.

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