On Friday mornings, The Gypsy Mama (Lisa Jo) spreads a feast before us consisting of a challenge:
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments.
Today’s word is SEE.
I love the hymn, “Open My Eyes,” and especially the line where the words “that I may see” come into play.
Do I see? What God wants me to see? How wide open do my eyes need to be to see what’s all around me?
I walk out my front door and I see towering fir trees, some 30 years in the making. I see luscious ferns, rhododendrons, azaleas, trillium, the growth one would find in a forest. Beauty is what I see.
I look up and I see blue skies (most days!) and clouds, but I also see birds flying here and there, chirping to one another, caring for one another.
But when I walk on the corner of my small community, do I see the need around me? Do I see the homeless? Do I see the hungry? Do I see the child clinging to a parent who has no means to feed that child? The jobless?
If I don’t see all of this — the beauty and the goodness as well as the need of others around me — do I really have my eyes open and seeing all He wants me to see?