Do you see what I see?

I see a couple of boxes ready for the trash.

They See...

"Reading Boxes"

I see a cup of milk that I pray he won't spill.

He sees...

A treacherous mountain to be traversed by the bravest of heroes.

I see a mud pit and a tangle of toys.

They see...

an alien terrain and the victor's castle.

I see a bunch of old wood and a discarded shelf.

He sees...

A perfect landing strip for planes carrying soldiers returning from war.

I see weeds and dread the maintenance to come.

She sees...

flowers for mom that "look like magic" in a forgotten vase.

As I think on the wonders of the world from my children's eyes,

I am challenged by my Father

to see through His eyes.

I see a broken, wounded person.

He sees a vessel ready for shaping.

I see a lonely, wandering soul.

He sees someone He delights to call friend.

I see struggle and fighting against the way it is.

He sees soil rich for planting.

I see a fragile blossom being assaulted by the wind and rain.

He sees...

Roots growing deep and strong. Roots that will withstand a coming storm.

Jesus, let me learn from my children.

Let me have eyes to see.

Let me see as you see.