Through My Eyes

Welcome to the world you’ve never seen. Let me show you around. Please be careful, you tread holy ground. Schedules are held loosely around here. We aren’t lazy, simply busy enjoying every moment. Spending our last five minutes of daylight savoring the strawberry pinks, lavenders, and peaches. The home is rustic as I like to call it. Others might say it’s a blast from the past. Maybe even a bit too far gone. To me, it’s home. Welcome to my imagination.

If you could spend a day in someone else’s mind feeling every emotion exactly how they felt it, how much different would it be? I suppose it depends on whose lens you’re looking through. I’ll give you a glance through mine, but here’s a quick secret: My lens is simply a narrow lens of another. A gift so precious I’d never dare to lose it. 

So, let’s go already! My world may appear similar to yours at first glance but stay a little. Can you feel the love flowing through the songs of the sparrows? Sparrows shouldn’t even matter because they’re so small and insignificant, but God gave them a lovely song. He even knows when a sparrow dies. He loves the sparrows a lot and gave them a beautiful song to remind us of that. Yet with all his love for his creation, he did not die to save the sparrows.

There, across the field, a gazelle has fixed her eyes upon us. Half terrified, half confused, she dances away, prancing to the beat of the sparrow’s song. Even in her majestic dance, she is not the one the Lord called out of the darkness. She is not who Christ came to suffer for and save.

Look! There’s a meadow across the field. In it, a little girl crowns her sister with flowery wreaths. Be still as they come towards us. Their matching dresses flap in the wind. The older turns her sparkling emerald eyes upon the younger blonde. “Let’s stay forever. Watch the stars popcorn with me tonight. Maybe tonight, we’ll spy Orian’s belt.” Clutching each other’s hand, they lay on the grass, pointing out the twinkles in the stars. Giggling at the funny faces formed by the different stars popping across the sky.

I see adults socializing by a great bonfire, glancing with care towards their treasures in the meadow. To the side cat and dog rest against each other on the porch. The air has become crisp as fall, now life is brought inside. Maybe because these people are so good, Christ would have come to save these works of art. Still, Jesus didn’t come for those who had it all together, for no one does.

My world is not all sunshine and rainbows. I see these girls fight as if they’ll never be friends again. I hear the brokenness as mother and father throw daggers of words at each other. The brokenness cuts me to the core, but they are who I came for. The mom and dad break away and pray. Maybe they need a listening ear, so I hear them speak through their pain. I don’t offer solutions. Sometimes they just need someone to listen. I hear the hurt and the brokenness, but I don’t dwell on it. That isn’t all that there is. There is joy, people heal when they come to Jesus his ear is always open. 

The brokenness we face isn’t without cause. It certainly isn’t right, but understand that we’re all human. We all have our pains. Listen. Open your heart and hear others. Let them share their pain knowing you won’t judge. Once you listen and bring everything to your heavenly father, you’ll see all the little things. You may even begin to hear the song of the sparrows.

Mathew 10:29-31 (ESV)

29 Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. 30 But even the hairs of your head are all numbered. 31 Fear not, therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows.

Luke 19:9-10 (ESV)

9 And Jesus said to him, “Today salvation has come to this house since he also is a son of Abraham. 10 For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost.”

Mark 2:17 (ESV)

And when Jesus heard it, he said to them, “Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick. I came not to call the righteous, but sinners.”

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