God creates a perfect beauty but man contributes a quirky twist.

i was standing at the edge of the sea watching its perfect waves tumble onto the sand. the sun was blazing, the wind was salty. i was alone standing knee deep in water and sea foam singing at the top of my just-woke-up lungs of how God is more than my very being.. and then i saw a cheap orange plastic comb floating atop the waters being carried along like a helpless child. i found beauty in the fusion of man and God.

there is nothing greater than finding a perfect God who creates perfection within imperfections.
there is nothing greater than knowing a perfect God who offers freedom within captivity.
there is nothing more perfect than having a perfect God perfect you