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I wonder what the world looks like from her viewpoint. So small, reaching high to hold onto the leaning down hands of her grown-ups. We must look so tall to her, my little granddaughter, and so far away. I imagine that the landscape she has in her sightline must be a parade of rear ends, crude as that may be. To see the ones she trusts, the ones she depends on, she must raise her face and look up. I pick her up in my arms and raise her face to the level of mine, and suddenly she has a whole new view of the world.
And me. What I can see right in front of me is just a part of the whole. I’m limited by my size in this world, and if I keep my focus just on what’s in my line of sight, what’s easy to see, I’m going to miss a lot. Tunnel vision, if you will. But if I tilt my head back and raise my face to the One I trust, the One I depend on, I’m no longer limited to what I can merely see in front of me. He can raise me up and He can change my view of things, helping me see people through His eyes and love them like He does.