Through His Eyes

I once took an online theological test to find out what my spiritual gifts are. Turns out I was off the charts in mercy, prophecy and discernment. Which makes perfect sense as to why I gravitated to my new red and white ginger jar vase. I discerned that I needed it. I was attracted to the fact that it was sitting all by its lonesome. I knew I had a perfect spot for it in our home.

My husband and I went to a huge warehouse sale Sunday afternoon. People were pulling the blue and white oriental ginger jars off the tables in a frenzy. The big red and white oriental chinoiserie ginger jar caught my eye instantly. “You’re sure? This one and not the large blue and white?” cute husband said. “Yep, that’s the one. It’s perfect”.

Beautifully dressed women glanced our way. Curiously listening to the interaction between my husband and I. You could see their wheels turning. “What is she doing? Blue and white is the trend”. I proudly helped my husband hoist my find over to the checkout table. I knew I had found a treasure. It stood tall, distinctive and set apart.

I’ve always had the ability to see what others sometimes do not. Probably why I drive anyone who knows me crazy. My brain goes 1,000 miles an hour. In a split second I can spot something out of the corner of my eye. I can be deep in conversation with you and in an instant change my focus. Some call it ADD 😀. I like to think of it as creativity.

The reality is that God has wired me differently than most. As a teenager it tore me up inside. I was in a constant state of inner turmoil. I wanted to be like everyone else in dress and activity. I wanted to be on trend. Yet I also had a deep internal struggle of seeing things differently. Some decisions I made were horrible. Like cutting my hair completely off like Belinda Carlisle of the Go-Go’s. Other decisions worked in my favor. Like the whole preppy thing. I had a southern baptist mother–I had been dressed conservatively my entire childhood. Fortunately, for me at least, that was a fashion trend in the 80’s.

It wasn’t until my early 40’s that I realized this “seeing things others don’t” was a blessing and not a curse. I wish I had been a mother in my 20’s who was mature enough to nurture my kids individuality. I thought, back then, that if they had the best they would better fit in. That fitting in would make them happy. That looking like everyone else and doing what everyone else did would make life easier and less confusing for them. I was wrong.

God wants us to see the world differently. He wants us to see the world through His eyes. Through His eyes we can see the beauty in different. Through His eyes we can see magnificent colors. Through His eyes we see what’s important to Him. Through His eyes we find peace in who He created us to be.

If we constantly are trying to blend in? We will live in a state of longing for more. That hole inside of us can never be filled with the standards of the world. That blue and white, currently on point, vase will not make you happy in 90 days if you bought it because everyone else says its “the thing”.

As for me and my over sized awkward unpopular red and white new friend? We are so good. A gigantic smile pops up on my face every time I look at it. To me it’s beautiful because it’s not popular . It’s a reminder that He’s gifted me to see the world differently. To me? It’s perfect.

“When doubts filled my mind, your comfort gave me renewed hope and cheer. “-Psalm 94:19


 (I’m all about a beautiful blue & white vase👍🏻 Purely an illustration that all jars are beautiful not just the popular ones. No blue and white ginger jars were intentionally condemned in this post 😉).