What I'm Able to See

Some days it's easy.

The winter sun casting brilliant rays that illuminate a simple garden leaf, transforming something plain into spectacular.

The perfect curve of my middle boy's pouty cheeks. Cheeks that get all rosy flushed with bed-jumping joy or sleepy heat after a long snuggled nap.

The way steam rises up in swirly mist off my morning cup o' jo. The way the littlest one squeals in anticipation of our newest tickle game. The way my friend looks in my eyes because she really knows me.

 

 

I can see it all. See how each tender moment is an intentional gift. Given from God's heart to mine.

Our heater goes out and within minutes I've collected four space heaters from three sets of neighbors we just met. My biggest one is big-boy brave as he gets his five-year immunizations and he chooses to share his lollipop treat with his brother. Breath in. Breath out.

I can see.

"From the fullness of his grace we have received one blessing after another."  -John 1:16

 I can see the truth of God's Word in the realness of my life.

Some days.

And other days it's hard. There's a veil over my eyes, a low cloud, a thick fog. Piles of laundry and stacks of dishes are blocking my line of sight. The light of childhood delight has dimmed and all I can see is the disobedience. 

Discouragement. 

Self-doubt. 

There are days I can only assume that all the God-gifts, all his grace, are hidden in the dusty corners of my house or in the disheveled toy boxes where nobody can find what they're looking for.

Some days it's hard. Today is one of those days. I'm having a hard time seeing God.

But I look back to his Word.

"So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal." -2 Corinthians 4:18

And I'm thankful.

Thankful that my days aren't meant to be dependent on what I'm able to see.


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I'm writing with Lisa-Jo and the Five Minute Friday community. Today's word is See.