It never really looks the same. I look from my end, and she hers. Perspective. So I work hard to put on her glasses and see things from her end and I find it hard. Not only do I have to look, but I also have to listen.
Listen to the things that are actions and not words. Listen for a cry out for help when it is all silent. It’s been a long time since I was young and my older eyes and ears have a different perspective.
I want her to come to my end, to look and see what I see. We both are looking forward but see two separate lives. She doesn’t see the damage, she can’t. I wish she could, for if she did, she would mourn. Mourn all the foolishness, bad choices, bad company… and then I look through his little eyes and all is made right. The purpose clear. His innocent perspective.
This post was prompted by the gang at Five Minute Friday Each Friday we take five minutes to write on the same prompt. It’s a lot of fun to see what others are inspired to write from the same prompt. Give it a try or click and do a bit of fun reading.
Michele Bruxvoort is sure to draw you in with her delightful sense of humor and love for living life. She enjoys reading, repurposing, as well as remodeling the family home with her husband. Drawing from her life experience as wife, mom, and follower of Jesus, Michele brings you a very honest and real perspective on life. When you don’t find her writing, you can find her mowing lawns, stocking shelves, taking care of her grandbaby and tackling her latest life adventure.
Wisconsin native and empty-nester, she now makes her home with her husband of 27 years in the South West Prairie plains of Minnesota.
It’s always so challenging to see from someone else’s perspective, and I can feel a weight, a sorrow in your words today. I hope you are able to gain the vision you seek.
If we could see what others saw,
would we laugh in cold derision,
or, perhaps, kneel in awe
at their prophetic vision?
If we could think as others do,
would we turn away in shame,
or would we press in courage through
the sorrow and the damning blame?
If we could see another’s heart,
would we sneer at what we found,
or would we bend, and help them start
to build a place where love abounds,
and where the Lord who sought to give
us grace, might one day come to live?
Thanks Andrew!
Michele
Amie, Sometimes just getting stuff out on paper, or screen helps with making everything come together.
Michele