In the past, splendor made me think of the gilded age, the ostentatious houses erected by the Vanderbilts and Astors. I remember touring the Biltmore in Asheville, North Carolina in December. There were decorated Christmas trees in every room on the tour. Imagine a 250 room house gilded with gold leaf and other trimmings. Splendor everywhere. Or is it?
I see splendor in the light of the sun on the lake, stars shining in the darkness, and the northern lights. I see the splendor in the intricate knitting of one of my favorite people. Study the afghan square in the picture. Look at all the possibilities that can happen with two simple stitches. Splendor is all around us.
I walk with my one-year-old grandson. It takes us 45 minutes to walk around the block. He sees splendor everywhere he looks! The “white snow”, the “caw, caw, caw” of the crows, the beautiful yellow fire hydrant, and the yellow school bus. His awe at these things is palpable.
What splendor are we missing?
3 thoughts on “Splendor”
The block is beautiful is there a pattern that we could access?
Splendor is definitely in the awe”ness” of God’s creation all around us, the sparkle in a child’s eyes, the gratitude from a person picking up food at our food cupboard used to feed their families!@! So many moments of splendor!! Thanks Julie
The pattern is from The Great American Aran Afghan book
Beautiful color. Very familiar pattern