See

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When I focus on what

i was

I lose sight of 

I AM

When I fixate only on the middle of the story

I become frightened

and forgetful

of

The Author

and

The Finisher

When I freeze-frame

on my grievous failings

on the heart-rending moments I wish I could undo,

fix,

re-frame,

I forego perspective of

The Big Picture...

...Framed in my Father's Arms

Seen through His Eyes

His Loving Lens

which Sees

Me

not my mistakes,

not my mishaps,

not my downright disastrous moves

and missed turns at Albuquerque...

but Me

His Child

His Beloved

His Precious One

"Be Thou my vision" I pray through the tears,

And He, with His trademark Tenderness,

with a knowing "you'll see" smile,

Gently lifts me to His lookout

Shares with me His view

Quiets the ferocious waves

Stills my self-flagellation

and Shows me

Hinds Feet

High Places

A Heart after His

Hope

a Future...

...and many blind,

who also need to see themselves as they really are,

as the apple of His eye....

...Hand in hand,

We Begin Again...

From His vantage point this time...

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"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,

that saved a wretch like me,

I once was lost, but now I'm found,

was blind,

but now,

I see."

-John Newton