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Sunday, July 18, 2010

How I See

Ever since the day my dad arrived in heaven (give or take a month or two), people often ask me about about the hidden blessings I've discovered from this life changing event. They always insist that within the horror, there simply must be precious blessings to be found. My answer is always the same, "I have yet to find a single one."

I look at the surface with my mortal eyes. What I see is murky and clouded. There might be a blessing or two buried in the deep. But I can't see them. Maybe if I could look with His eyes, from His perspective, my vision would clear. I really can't seem to manage it. It's as if the effort of trying to see as He sees, is far too difficult to even attempt. Instead, I see with my eyes. The ones that seem to silently count the moments missed and the milestones left untouched.

I counted today. The moments missed.

My girls and the twins were dancing, running, twirling and singing all at once. All of them jumbled together with loud laughter in the air. My eyes seemed to capture time and hold it still. Without thinking, my brain said, "my dad would have loved this moment". He would have soaked it into his very soul.

I counted again as I watched my sister stand and teach a lesson. She taught as my dad would teach. So engaging and filled with His voice. My eyes could only see how proud he would have been to sit in that room and be in that moment. I tried so hard to use my non-earthly eyes. But, I just couldn't do it.

Out of the many lessons we are sent here to learn, looking at our lives through His eyes, is definitely a hard one to master. When life seems to be running on an even, steady course, it feels easier to see the blessings He offers us. But, when life demands you to actually live the faith you profess to own, using His eyes requires strength that feels beyond our own. I'm sure that's how it's supposed to be. Hard. Work.

For if we can find a way to leverage our faith along side our love for Him, maybe, just maybe, His eyes will offer us a glimpse of all that we long to see.

While I silently count the moments my eyes see, I shall never give up trying to use His.

4 comments :

Anonymous said...

Love this post!
This week has been challenging for me. Josh. What to do? More than once this week I have locked myself in my room and looking heaven-ward I (quietly) scream..."Why? Why did you give him to me? I can't do it!I know you think I can do this...but I CAN'T!" I love Josh. Love! But I don't believe I'm the best mom for him. I need to see what the Lord sees. I need to remember the strong woman I was before this earthly life. The woman that was confident that I could so whatever the Lord asked of me. I need to find her, and quick before I completely destroy the sweet spirit he sent to me.
I'm absoluely sure though that your dad, although gone, is still able to see these sweet grandchildren and is soaking it all in. Surely the Lord would bless him with that tender mercy. So hard..I'm so sorry for you.

Becky Leland said...

BEAUTIFUL!!! What a sweet, loving and caring daughter you are!!!!!

Lisa, I'll say it again - YOU SHOULD WRITE A BOOK!

Rydgd said...

Absolutely loverly. You truly have a gift of putting those inexplicable feelings into words. I love you!

Anonymous said...

I think your dad sees more of what goes on in his family and is more involved than we can even imagine. I think these "angels round about us to bear us up" that the Lord promises us are not strangers!