My Father's Eyes

I ran across this early this morning, looking at computer files from two plus years ago.  I'd written this as part of a process I was going through in leaving one phase of life and moving on to the next (from teaching to the business world) and had completely forgotten it existed.  I find it equally applicable in my radically altered life today, so I thought I'd share.

My Father's Eyes

I see chaos

He sees surrender

I see pain

He sees purpose

I see my limitations

He sees my potential

I see failure

He sees His redeemed

I see my impatience

He sees my passion

I see a trainwreck

He sees a teachable heart

I see my fall

He sees my progress

I see my sinfulness

He sees the blood of His son

I see the long road ahead

He sees His steps next to mine

I see my battle, my struggle, my fight

            Against the same sins and pain

            Wondering if I can persevere

He sees a butterfly in her cocoon

            Struggling to break free

            Knowing that it is the struggle that will create patterns

            Of beauty and color on the fragile gossamer

            Wings that bear me up

I see broken

He sees His