Why Is Everything so Beautiful?
I'm visiting Roanoke for a few days, taking a much needed break from reality, and my normally scheduled life. I've been busy, busy, busy, ever since arriving here on Friday. I plan to stay 1-2 more days to work on a huge project, distraction-free. Or at least I hope it's distraction free. We shall see.
Yesterday was "church prom" for my "baby ducks." (For those just tuning in to this blog in progress, the baby ducks are the young women from my church in Roanoke that I worked with and took to girls camp a few times. They love their nickname, and I use it often.) Church prom is an alternative to school prom. They still get all dressed up in their fancy dresses, and some girls even take dates. But there are standards for the dresses (nothing too short, too revealing, and shoulders must be covered). From what I've heard the kids really prefer church prom because "no one at school knows how to dance." At church, the kids have been going to dances since they were 14. But at school, a lot of kids have only ever been to prom or homecoming, and don't really get how to dance. In their words, "they only know how to jump or grind." So the church kids prefer the church dance where they know the music, and they can all dance and have fun.
Well, you know how much I love my girls. So when they told me it was prom, and asked if I wanted to chaperon, of course I said yes. And next thing you know, I'm not just chaperoning, I offered to host dinner before the dance.
And that's how I ended up making a 6 course dinner for 15 kids at my house. I originally thought we would only have 5-6 kids. But then I didn't want any of my girls to get left out. So... yeah. 3 boys, 12 girls, 6 course meal! Insanity. I did have some awesome help from a dear friend to serve the food. I don't know how I would have served all of it without her.
Dinner was delicious, and the dance was a lot of fun. I always get a good work out at the dances, since I always participate in the line dances. I haven't danced since I left Roanoke, and I'm feeling sore and old today!
The other big reason I came to Roanoke this weekend was to attend the baptism of one of my baby ducks. (She's going to remain nameless, since I haven't asked permission to share her name.) She's been attending church for a year. She has a wonderful spirit about her. And I'm just thrilled she chose to be baptized. I was more than happy to drive down here to support her today.
She and I sat next to each other in church today. There were a few talks on mothers and a musical performance. It was all very touching. At one point she turned to me with tears streaming down her face and said, "Why is everything so beautiful?"
And it was. It was a beautiful day, but I was getting by without waterworks. (And I cry quite easily these days.) But she was crying for different reasons. She was just so filled with the love of the Holy Ghost, she could only see beauty in the world around her.
Oh how beautiful it must be to be so pure-hearted, so in tune with the Lord, as to see the world like that.
I could only hug her and tell her I adore her.
But I've been thinking about her comment all day. "Why is everything so beautiful?"
I hope that I can be so pure and true as to see the world her way, even if just for a few minutes.