Your baby blues so full of wonder,
Your curly cues, your contagious smile
And as I watch you, you start to grow up
And all I can do is hold you tight.
Knowing clouds will rage and storms will race in
Rain will pour down, waves will crash all around
But you will be safe in my arms. (Plumb)
Her world was changing.
It was contracting.
It was expanding.
Changes she was not looking forward to.
They are the stuff of struggle
She sat on my bed and sobbed.
From where she sat, the future looked lonely.
And to her, lonely was bleak.
And those tears came
I watched the tears pour.
"He is the God who sees," I said to her.
She looked at me, wondering what that meant.
"These days, these changes, these challenges, they are not a surprise to God.
He hasn't blinked.
He hasn't let you go.
He knows what is ahead.
And He is allowing it.
More than allowing it, He is using it."
It's been three years.
She is weathering those changes.
And she seeing God's faithfulness.
But there are still days when she needs a reminder.
He is the God who sees.
They are different.
They make rarer appearances.
But they are gritty
And made of clenched jaws
And strained muscle
And boys becoming men.
And I find myself saying it again.
He is the God who sees.
He sees your struggle
He sees your growing pains
And your growth.
He sees your hopelessness
And your hope.
He has not blinked.
He has not forgotten.
He has not abandoned.
And everything is right on schedule.
El Roi is His name.
He is the God Who Sees.
They are my children.
They are the ones who need to be seen.
And I don't serve them well if I ever promise them that everything will always work out right
Because I do not know that.
I do not know that they will always have their health.
Or long life.
I do know that storms will come
And the fellowship of His sufferings.
I know that because Jesus said that.
It is the stuff of sanctification.
And I serve them well if I teach them to stand in the middle of their sanctification
And proclaim to a watching world,
"God is good!"
For when they proclaim the goodness of God, they are being conformed to His image.
And as they are being conformed to His image, then the God who sees, looks at them and gradually begins to see...
Castles they might crumble
Dreams may not come true...
When clouds will rage and storms will race in
Rains will pour down, waves will crash all around
But you will be safe in My arms.