With My Little Eye
Since our car ride from Des Moines to Albert City (Iowa) during which Anders' cousin Ethan (the one he likes to blame everything he does on--but is also best friends with)rode with us to my parents' house, Anders has gotten into playing "I Spy" with us. You know the game where you pick a visible object and say, "I spy with my little eye something red." And you guess, "Is it the fire hydrant?" In my opinion, he does pretty well for a 3-year old. His is usually something quite obvious (we played a lot of "something green", "is it corn?", in Iowa). But you still have to pay attention to your surroundings.
Sometimes I feel dumb for how unobservant I am to my surroundings. I miss the people around me who need Jesus. I get too tunnel-visioned. Sometimes I can even miss the beauty in God's creation that He surrounded me with. Sometimes I just miss the blessings in life when I get too busy focusing on the things going wrong or on my greedy desires. Keep your eyes open. And share with others the things that you see.