Perspective...

Lord, give me eyes to see Your world clearly...the way You see it. I cannot give away, to my children, that which I do not possess. Often, it feels impossible to me...the grasping of just how rich I am...

As I sit hear listening to my littles argue over a small, rubber ball, I wonder... Is it possible to give to them, any bit of understanding I might possess? To somehow bridge a connection between photos depicting need and our rich, abundant life? How to I dare grapple with knowing, even as I type, there is a young girl, not much older than my own, who is selling her body, her dignity, her soul, just to fill her tummy tonight... but who will hold her as she cries herself to sleep?

There is something very wrong with the sound of arguing over a small, rubber ball...very wrong. How is it, so often, I can't see past these temporary moments to see the greater lessons at hand... lessons begging to be taught? I am commanded to disciple [discipline] and train up these children to obey, but is it not so much more than that? Lord, help me to shape their hearts...by first shaping mine. Mold me, Father. Refine me.

Lord, give me eyes to see. Pour out rich wisdom and understanding over me. I cannot give away, that which I don't possess.