I think it's funny how sometimes beauty grows old when it's there everyday. Shouldn't that prove its potency? When the beauty lasts...and lasts...and lasts? What irony.
You know what I love about my "Jesus eyes"? I love that with them, the beauty I see isn't vain. Any beauty viewed without Jesus' eyes is fleeting; but with His eyes, the beauty of even little things just points to my inevitable future...in His arms! In His paradise!