My eyes

My eyes can't see like God's do. I think I'd be blown away if I could see all the beauty and perfection that I perceive as brokeness. This weekend I wrestled with what I saw as unfair in another's physical condition.

The man sitting next to me in church had Down's. He worshipped God like his soul was on fire and I was in awe. During songs I always think about standing, he was already on his feet before I could finish the thought. During a song I think we all should be on our knees for because we just aren't worthy, there he was on his knees, with his hands raised to Heaven. A true worshipper worshipping God with integrity, not fear of condemnation by others opinions. If only...

He reminded me of people I have known. I could see them in him. Through his stature, and in his countenance. Without the Down's, we probably would have run in the same social circles earlier in our lives. It felt so unfair to me that he didn't 'get to be normal'. Then it occurred to me that maybe he's just exactly who God wanted him to be and that the one with the problem is ME. Because I couldn't see what God's hands had made. I saw this child of God through the lens of my own humanity. I compared myself to him, and I was the one with the short stick. He worships in truth and think about what others will think.

Lord, thank you for allowing me to come to you with my humanity and for covering it with your grace. You are awesome and I am grateful to be called your daughter. Help me to accomplish my tasks today while continuing to meditate on your truths. In Jesus' name, Amen.