Right behind me is my sweet Julie, working hard on her homework- and I just get hit by the sneak attack... she is getting ready to leave..sooner than I ever hoped.
I cannot believe it- I'm trying to grasp it- I'm not handling it very well at all.
There is this sad ache that seems to say, "Can't I just freeze frame it for a moment?"
There is so much more I want her to know- I wish I told her more with how much I love her- I wish I had been more compliant and less pig-headed.
I wish I had prayed more and stayed more.
So ready or not, here it comes. And I wonder why I get so bent out of shape about a football game.
I'm reminded of a little poem I wrote when my senior was just a little girl......
“The lamp of the body is the eye; if therefore your eye is clear, your whole body will be full of light. But if your eye is bad, your whole body will be full of darkness. If therefore the light that is in you is darkness, how great is the darkness!” Matt. 6:22,23
I can’t connect eye to eye with you.
Your eyes desperately want me to.
They flicker to points of wisdom same
And slide away in pain and shame.
Some eyes look down on me.
Your eyes look up in wait.
Some eyes don’t notice me.
Some are filled with hate.
You look up for need.
Looking for me to lead
Seeking for me to fill
Looking with mold-able will.
His eyes search within.
Shining on shadows of sin
Her heart needs His leading.
Her eyes search me, pleading.
I seek other eyes’ approval
And yearn for their attention.
My soul seeks their solace
Rubles of respect - no dissension.
His eyes move to and fro
And scans the depths of hearts.
To support the loyal will
And strengthen unified parts.
Little eyes are on me still.
Desperately wanting some time.
I’m scanning all the world
Expecting adventure sublime.
Oh, Lord! - If my heart is truly yours
I’ll seek the treasures unseen.
And answer this child on my knee
And know you’re looking at me
And she will start staring...