Brush Strokes of Confusion

     Color, wild splashes of reds, yellows, and blacks. They run over and blanket everything they touch. Sinful rushes of crazed minds blow from these visions seen by the eye. Hollow, some would say. Most humans refuse to change their lenses of wonder. They stay where they are. Not understanding the lethal injections they plaster themselves with when they vow to stay stagnate. This beauty is not meant to be understood. They stare at this twisted piece of canvas and search for meaning. They pick, and pull. They grapple their way through justifying what their eyes see. They dig for reason. Why? That's all they long to know. Anger knocks them down like a brutal wave when they search in vain. They become the victims of ignorance. You cannot live with eyes closed to the things you do not want to see. Sometimes you are forced to look death in the face. Even still, beauty can be found in chaos, in recklessness, and in the quiet. Life does not give us our answers. But His love is powerful and when we stare at brush strokes of confusion, we can rest in His grace. He changes our glasses of unbelief and empowers us to find the beauty and peace in things we cannot grasp.  -Lyndsey Rachelle<3