Eyes to See

My precious pig-tailed girl filled a bucket with shells. It seemed that her little hands picked up everything she saw. At 6, I knew she meant to take each piece back home to Atlanta…. adding to the growing pile accumulating at our beach rental. 

Running to me holding up one more broken fragment of a shell, I gently suggested, “How about you only keep the pretty ones.” She turned her surprised green eyes upward and said, “This is pretty, Momma… you just can’t see it.”

Truer words were never spoken. As I swam in the ocean yesterday with this very same, nearly grown, young woman, I was reminded again of that day more than 10 years ago. How quick have I been to pass by and not notice beauty – God’s beauty? Whether in a person, or a day, or even an experience. 

Sometimes I need help to see all the priceless moments I’ve been given. Life is a gift, not something to get through, but something to unwrap. Monday’s that feel like drudgery,  unexpected interruptions, mundane chores, meeting someone new. All of these offer potential beauty if I will accept them as gifts from God… if  only I’ll look for His blessing.

God give me Your eyes to see all the pretty shells ❤️

ForGlorySake! –Anna

  

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One Response to Eyes to See

  1. Elizabeth Begley says:

    Beautiful reminder! Thank you!

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