the top of the sign. Below it a second paragraph repeated all the same information. I studied it closely. Surely one was for weekdays and the other for weekends. But no...the details in both were exactly the same.
"Why," I wondered, "would they print it twice on one sign?" I continued to examine it, looking for at least some obscure difference between the two apparently identical blurbs.
I'm embarrassed to admit how long I poured over the words before I realized my mistake and finally truly saw what I was looking at.
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Novotel shuttle schedule at Sheremetyevo in Moscow. |
I had processed the details in both paragraphs, but never truly saw the paragraphs themselves: never saw the different shapes of the letters, never saw that the words and phrases were expressed differently, each with a beauty all its own...
And I'm afraid there are other things I'm so used to seeing (or maybe so tired? or indifferent?) that I just don't see them anymore. My brain takes in information, but I don't see what I'm looking at: the wonder, the uniqueness, the beauty, the glory.
How often do I do this, not seeing what I'm seeing?
Not seeing my kids? My husband? My friends? Beauty or pain around me? The verse I'm reading?...God?
I don't want to have "eyes that are ever seeing but never perceiving"(Mark 4:12, Is. 6:9-10). I want to really see. Even if it takes more effort. Even if it's painful.
Sometimes it IS more difficult.
Sometimes it DOES require being willing to face pain.
But often, I just need to be willing...to see.
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