# She sat down like it was any other day in class—except that her eyes filled with tears, and she looked confused, as if she’d been spun around half a dozen times. Breeanne, her close friend, tried to calm her down like a newborn child. “Shhh,” Bree said. “I’m sorryRead the Rest…
I graded my son’s math sheet and handed it back to him to be corrected. “Hey man, you need to look at this one problem right here it’s not right, ” I said to him. He picked up the paper, took a look at it and said, “Well…at least IRead the Rest…
An Army soldier approaches the row ahead of mine. I try to maintain my composure as to not disturb his expression of grief, but my tears come faster than I can breathe. The soldier kneels to pray. After a moment, he stands, salutes, and puts something on top of the grave marker. The soldier leaves quietly, returns; then leaves again. I stand motionless and uncertain sensing he may want to talk, but hesitant to interrupt. He comes one more time, so I join him.
My husband and I prayed and prayed to God asking Him to bless us with a child. We read all the books on conceiving, prayed specifically for a girl, and truly believed in faith that our prayers would be answered. For more than a year, month after month we were met with disappointment.
Ponder some of the lyrics with me.
“Give me Your eyes for just one second. Give me Your eyes so I can see…everything that I keep missing. Give me Your eyes for humanity. Give me Your arms for the broken-hearted…the ones that are far beyond my reach. Give me Your heart for the ones forgotten. Give me Your eyes so that I can see. I want a second glance. So give me a second chance…..to see the way You’ve seen the people all along.”
