I am currently back in Oklahoma to do a wedding. In fact, I am just now sitting down after the wedding and wedding party.
I live in Oregon. Oregon is green and lush and beautiful. Everyone in Oklahoma seems to want to know what it is like. After I told a few people about it, I could see they weren’t sure what to do with the information. This is, after all, Oklahoma. It is dry and brown and windy and not very beautiful (at least not right now…)
I looked at one person who asked and I talked about how beautiful Oregon was, and I added that in my eyes, Oklahoma is beautiful because it has beautiful people.
Those beautiful people are people like the Ott’s, the Lewis’, the Park’s, the Fitzwater’s, the Webb’s, the Jordan’s–and the list goes on and on. People whose lives have been intertwined with mine for over a decade. They have made an unmistakable impact on my life, and I on theirs.
That impact is beautiful.
Ultimately, that is what makes every place beautiful. Oregon has beauty that enters through the eyes–there is no mistaking that. But her real beauty is the same as Oklahoma’s. It is just that Oregon’s beauty comes in names like Sprecker, Cantrell, Lankow, Sunday, Belhumeur–and the list goes on.
That is the kind of beauty that enters through the heart. I will take that every time.