A Five Minute Friday post on the topic, “See.” Five minutes to write, unedited.
It has been slow, but she sees. Years have passed much too quickly, prayers uttered over sleepless nights and tense days. God sees and thankfully, he hears. And now I too can see the great work he is doing in her.
A wet mist hovers over the mounds of snow, a brisk walk down the street and we’re eyeing red velvet cupcakes and chatting with old teachers, old friends. Out and into the next door for coffee, yes coffee, with my 14 year old. Friendly smiles and easy conversation with kind strangers. Across the street and a compliment given, “You are a sweet girl. I know from your smile.” My heart warms. We move on and she sees a relationship that spans years with a grocery store clerk and then to a young woman who is unknowingly pouring into my growning child’s heart while strumming a guitar.
On our way home, squealing windshield wipers, headlights blinding, she told me what she saw. “Mom, I learned a little lesson from the people we saw today.” She smiled. She sees.
I do too. I see a beautiful young woman, who she is and she will be. Strong and confident, hopeful and kind, wise and compassionate. She asks questions and is sensitive. She is God’s creation and she is good.
We see with our eyes and our hearts, with our hands and our ears, but we still miss so much. I am grateful God sees all of the story.