And what do we see?
Pieces of garbage, thrown around at a parade, celebration, made magical, not by the confetti itself, but by how we see it.
And there's a whole lot of garbage in this world, spread around, making a mess.
But one man's garbage is another man's treasure.
And as the world leans on evil ways, punching holes into God's pretty world, we yell, plead the whys and the anger, disbelief, back-turning attitudes. We start to walk backwards, making what's in front of us smaller and smaller as we go.
And the smaller we see Him, the smaller He becomes in our hearts. Out of sight, out of mind.
Or as we say in spanish, ojos que no ven, corazon que no siente. (What the eyes don't see, the heart doesn't feel.)
When we don't feel God in our hearts, we have a small view. A dwarfish perspective.
We have the short story version of the world around us, the short, truncated view of it all. But while all we see is the short story, we forget that God has written the novel. He has created the world that only He knows inside and out. Our perspective is so small compared to His. Our little world, the world we think we know is but a spec of light, a small star to the God who's fingers placed all the stars in the sky.
Confetti, garbage or star.
So how can we judge, ridicule, laugh, get angry, behave negatively towards other, towards ourselves, if we only have but one small window to look through?
He gave us two very small eyes. We don't have special visual powers, we don't have a huge view of the world. We just have what we see in front of us. It's humbling to know we can't see everything, that our visual perspective is so very small, that we only have but one choice for the rest of what we can't see; an utter need to trust in God. A blind leaping faith for His plan, His perspective. It is something we will never fully see in this life, but if we trust in His Eyes on the world then perhaps when it all ends we will have the ultimate view...
Now that must be a sight to behold.