Do You See What I See?

Today, I am thankful for sight!

I had the most distinct pleasure of a visit from my oldest brother, Cal, over the weekend. It was a short visit but just jam packed with all sorts of fun and laughter. We discussed, at one point, what we see in life.

We've both been through a lot. Heck, my whole family has. But every one of us has come to see life differently. We're not different than any other family . . . or people, in general, for that matter. Cal and I, though, choose to see the positive; the good; the opportunities; the open doors. We choose to leave the drama, the hurt, the ugliness out of our line of vision. It is there. We are wary of it. But we choose to side step it, much like horse poop at a dude ranch!

I see trees of green, red roses, too. I see 'em bloom, for me and for you.
I see skies of blue, clouds of white, bright blessed days, dark sacred nights.
The colors of a rainbow, so pretty in the sky. Are also on the faces of the people going by.
I see friends shaking hands, saying, "How do you do?" they're really saying, "I love you!"

I'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places . . .

The first time, ever I saw your face . . .

I keep my eyes wide open all the time . . .

Do you see what I see, way up in the sky little lamb?
Do you see what I see? A star, a star, dancing in the night with a tail a big as a kite.

What do you choose to see?

I have seen spectacular mountains, incredible animals, beautiful valleys, the colors of a glorious fall, dolphins at play in calm waters, open skies.

I have seen birth, growth, laughter, joy, brilliance, triumph, and the passing from this life into what lies beyond.

I have seen miracles!

Do you see what I see?