the beauty in the bright pink buttons.

Recently, I was standing in worship, not singing words to a song, but singing these words to Jesus: You’re beautiful.

It just came to my mind. How beautiful is He. How beautiful.

I kept singing it, over and over, like there was something on it. Like the more I said it, the more I was uncovering something. Or the more it was absorbing into me, reaching to the very core of me.

There is none more beautiful.

I thought about how you can see His beauty on display in nature. All creation exists to reveal the beauty of God.

Psalm 19:1 came to mind.

“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.”

My mind flashed back a day or two. I was sitting on my sister’s bed, chatting with her, when the view through her bathroom and out the window caught my attention.

A bright, brilliant pink was streaking through the sky.

love a good, low-quality photo that in no way captures the actual beauty.

We were having a serious conversation, but I kept interrupting her.

It’s so beautiful.

I couldn’t ignore it. The awe. The beauty.

We were having a serious conversation, but it felt like a reminder of who God is in the middle of it. That He was with us. In the room. In the conversation. In the details.

LOOK AT MY BEAUTY, He seemed to say—to shout. The radiance of the sky demanded my attention.

I thought about all the summer mornings at the beach. I’d get up in the 5 o’clock hour just to watch the sun rise over the ocean. But not just the rising—the show of colors that paint the sky even before the sun comes up.

There is nothing quite like it.

I thought about that as I sang of the beauty of God, remembering how creation reveals His beauty. Including me.

I am like a sunrise. Beautiful. Brilliant. Radiant. Not because of me, but because of the God who made me. It all points back to Him.

The sunrise. These words. He is the beautiful one.

I went home and Googled what the hex code is for the bright pink you find in the sky. Obviously, there isn’t one. No combination of six numbers and letters can display the beauty of the sky at sunrise, or the glory of God.

Regardless, I found a bright pink and changed the button color on my Substack. As a person who prefers black and neutral colors, this shade of pink feels a little loud to me. I don’t know if it really says SUNRISE AT THE BEACH as much as I want it to.

But honestly, since I changed it, the bright pink has been a reminder of what I’m doing here when I sit down to write, to hit publish. That space is for fun. For pushing me out of my comfort zone. For revealing to you the things God has revealed to me. Mostly, it’s where I proclaim the beauty of God like a sunrise.