Through the Eyes of God

I see a girl. A child. My child; one I created with a specific purpose. A child I dearly love.
She is wandering.
And oh, she is prideful.
She is so caught up in herself and her ways that she is not willing to surrender control and lean into me.
I love her with an everlasting love.
She feels like she is wandering through a desert with no good options out.
She doesn't see that I will be with her in any option.
She doesn't remember that I am the God who champions in bringing people out of the desert.

But I love this girl.
I want her to come running to me. I want her to repent of her ways, to abandon her pride.
I want her to open her hands and surrender to my will.
I want her to wait.
She is so unsettled.
Searching.
Longing.
Holding so tightly to what she thinks is best for her.

I see her and I love her.
O, that she would look up and see that I see her.
She mistakes my silence for absence.
She doesn't consider the way I let people wander to draw them in closer to myself.
I let them be unsettled.
Searching.
Longing.
Until they fall to their knees in a cry of desperation, surrendering their will to the only one who has been with them every step of their way.
And this is what I will do with her.

I love her. and I want her to surrender.
I am not done with her. I am not absent from her life.
She might wander until she withers, but she won't be wandering along.
O, that she would lean into my omniscience.
I know where she is going.
I have since the beginning of time.
I see my girl. My child.
I see a desert. I see her wandering.

But I see her. and I love her.
and I see hope for her.
I see a way out.
I see a future.
and I see that one day soon,
my child will return to me.