“I am a wandering Israelite who sees the flame in the sky above, the pillar, the smoke from the mountain, the earth open up and give way, and still I forget” (106).
“How I want to see the weight of glory break my thick scales, the weight of glory smash the chains of desperate materialism, split the numbing shell of deadening entertainment, bust up the ice of catatonic hearts” (110).
“How my eyes see, perspective, is my key to enter into His gates. I can only do so with thanksgiving” (118).
my blog name seems very appropriate in light of this chapter.
i just want to be sure i see with His eyes, instead of my own.
link up your thoughts on chapter six of ann voskamp’s one thousand gifts here:
& then head over to margaret‘s to read her thoughts on this week’s chapter!
ps. i’m over at jessica‘s today!