just because you lost it, doesn’t mean i ever will.

Someone once told me that I see the world through rose-colored glasses.

 

Actually, a few people have told me that.  Each time, my blood starts to pulse faster and my heart beats harder, and despite my best attempts at keeping my cool, I always get a wee bit offended and a tad bit angry.

 

You see, the thing is… people always say that like it’s a bad thing.  “Oh, you’re just young.  You still look at the world through rose-colored glasses.”

Why do people always say that like it’s a bad thing?  Why is it always said with a tinge of contempt and a hint of arrogance?  Why is it always older people who say this to young people?

Have they seen so much that they’ve lost hope?  Have some people experienced so much “life” that they’ve lost any semblance of optimism that they may have once had?

Listen here, friends.

Please do not ever, ever dismiss my optimism, my hope, my passions, my dreams, my goals, my plans, my endeavors as me just being “young” and “looking at the world through rose-colored glasses.”  And by “please don’t,” I really mean, “don’t you ever dare.”

The things I believe, why I believe them, and the things I want to do with my life and the things I want to see and experience and take part in… it’s not just “rose-colored glasses.”  No.  On the contrary.  My eyesight is not distorted or marred by any filters of this world.

Rather, I see the world how I think God may see it.

Broken.  In need of some major change, major healing.  In need of some restoration and redeeming.

 

Maybe, just maybe, my eyes are actually closer to God’s eyes than any eyes I’ve ever had before.

 

Brandon Heath has a song out, and one of the lyrics is “give me Your eyes for just one moment, give me Your eyes so I can see.”

 

That is the prayer of my heart, folks.  I want Christ’s eyes to be mine, so that I can see His people the way that He sees them.

 

Beautiful.  Redeemed.  Restored.  Healed.  Changed.  New.

 

I want to always see the world the way that Christ sees it.  I want to always be filled with hope, and optimism about things to come.  I want to always see brokenness and the depressing and the daunting and the gut-wrenching, and see how beauty can come from it.  I want to see those things that Christ sees, and see them the way that Christ sees them.

Maybe Christ’s eyes are my rose-colored glasses.

And if seeing the world through rose-colored glasses is being filled with hope and optimism, then dang it I never, ever want to stop seeing the world through rose-colored glasses.

Let me see the world through rose-colored glasses.

Is it really all that bad if I do?  Does it harm you any?  Does it harm the world any?

I reckon it isn’t, and it doesn’t.

 

So let me live with my rose-colored glasses permanently in place.  A don’t dare ever try and make me see the world differently.