I wish I did sometimes…have God’s eyes…
Be able to see the direction things are going, the direction I am going.
Be able to see and understand why things happen, explains the context and purpose to others…
But then I’m sure I don’t want that.
I don’t want the responsibility of knowing all, the heavy load of seeing all.
I really don’t want all of God’s vision.
I just want to worship and trust the God who does see all.
I want Him to hold my hand one step at a time. (I wouldn’t object to a little light being thrown on the next bend in the road, though.)
I want to see with a Christly lens, with one that sees pain and hurt, responds in love and grace.
But, I don’t want God’s eyes in their entirety.
If I had God’s eyes, I couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t carry the soul crushing burden of the pain I would see. I can barely handle my own.
So, I will be satisfied with my own limited eyes ~ praying earnestly that they see what God wants them to see and that my hand and heart follow.