This is what everybody else sees.
This is what he sees.
It’s not just a difference of perspective…
It’s a difference in relationship.
A difference in calling.
A different rite of passage.
A different kind of celebration.
Remember when Jesus taught us to pray?
He taught us to start by saying, “Our Father…”
Ever wonder what the Father sees when He hears your voice, calling out His name… “Abba!”
He sees His child… the Bride of His Beloved Son.
Though sometimes she’s broken or weary or torn, His gospel-colored gaze sees in her… in you… the delight of His Beloved.
This moved me so much, Andy. My dad is slipping away . . . it will only be a matter of days. Would you be so kind as to keep them in your prayers? Thank you, my friend.
Martha Orlando´s last blog post ..“Coppa-head!”
So sorry to hear that, Martha. I am certainly praying for you and for your family.
So beautiful makes me reflect back! Had to share 🙂
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