They say that the eyes are the window of the soul. Oh how very much I believe this to be true. When I look into your eyes, I can see all the hurt, pain, frustration, anguish, longing, lonliness of the years.
The remnant of tears, where they have rolled down your cheek, soaked your pillow, even when you have forced them back, put your mask on for the rest of the world to see.
I wish that you could see what I see? I wish that you could see what He sees? I wish that you were able to see the beautiful spirit, the potential, the innocence, the trusting nature, that gets hurt all too often.
I wish that you could see what I see, that you were able to see yourself, through MY eyes!
This is the story of our Family, the good, the bad and the ugly! How we make it work, some of the quirky things that happen and daily events that get me pondering and usually, putting fingers to keyboard is my stress relief mechanism...
