When my daughter Hope was a teen-ager, one of her favorite Christian artists was Amy Grant.  Today, I talk a stroll down memory lane and offer that song for your meditation.

I was always told that I had my daddy’s eyes—big, brown eyes that tear up easily whenever I see someone in need.  Long dark eyelashes hidden behind my glasses.  That feature, so I have been told, is my best one.  But what I really want, what is really important to me is to have is my Father’s eyes.  I want to see the world as He does, don’t you?