FMF: Perspective

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.


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4 thoughts on “FMF: Perspective

  1. Amie says:

    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.

  2. Andrew Budek-Schmeisser says:

    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?

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