Friday, October 15, 2021

really seeing

 So. I have more thoughts. I’m writing them from this rock out in the front yard of my aunt and uncle’s house.

It’s a pretty great perch, if I may say so.

So first: (and I may add more thoughts as the day goes on) back to the people pleasing thing. I’m the kind of girl who will INSTANTLY answer a text message, or get so worried about liking everyone’s posts, or just be worried about what people think of me in general.

There’s nothing wrong with caring for others. There is a problem with caring about others- getting so wrapped up in what THEY think of us.

But can they see us?

Yes, you smart alecks, of course they can see us. (Unless they’re blind, of course.) But can they see us?

Do they know our lives, inside and out? Do they know our thoughts? Our intentions?

The answer is no, of course not.

Now, it is possible to really get to know someone. It is possible to see them a little clearer. In fact, that is what we are supposed to do. But we will never be another person.

So why are we worried about becoming someone we’re not?

Be you. You can see everyone, but you can only be one person.

And the same goes reversed. We can’t really see or be everyone. So why are we judging them? Why are we labeling them?

Labels are one of my least favorite things in the history of the world- when it comes to people, at least. A person is not their interests. A person is not their hair color. A person is not their body type. A person is not the jeans they’re wearing, or the brand of those jeans. They are a child of God.

Can you see that?

I challenge you to see…see others, see yourself, and see the world as divine- the way God wants us to see things.

It won’t be perfect. But we’re mortal, so our vision isn’t exactly perfect.

But God loves it when we try.

oxoxo,

Emma

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