All We Like Sheep, Dust, & Grasshoppers

view God lift eyesWelcome back to our series on sight. Today’s post is by Angela Parlin from So Much Beauty in All This Chaos.

Sometimes we need to be reminded what’s true about ourselves.

The swirl and chaos of life leave an Out of Order sign on our insides. We forget. We simply lose sight.

We lose sight of what’s real and true and important. Our eyes fill up with what’s in front of us, whatever mountain we have to climb, the challenges we face. And so we need to remember we are God’s masterpieces, and He treasures us. He made us wonderfully and with intention. He wants us to draw near to Him.

By God’s own definition, we are wanted and chosen and so very loved.

But sometimes I wonder if we don’t need to be reminded more often who God is—instead of who we are. I sat in my corner chair-with-a-view this morning, looking out at the sky and the birds and the backyard trees, realizing the freedom I find in lifting my eyes to heaven.

When I fix my eyes on Jesus, I’m free from so many thoughts of me. From so many needs. So many desires. So many distractions.

The truth is, I don’t only need a better view of myself each day—I need a better view of God. I need to fill up with who He is, not only focus on who I am.

I need to think less of me, and more of Him.

I was reading Isaiah 40. In which the prophet compares human beings to a variety of things. Some are questionable. Isaiah continues to point back to God, but nothing comes close to comparing with Him.

We are like grass that withers, like flowers that fall. But the Word of the Lord will endure forever.

We are the flock He gathers in His arms. He is the Shepherd who carries us close to His heart, who gently leads those who have young.

We are only a drop in a bucket. We are dust on the scales, like unto nothing. But He holds the dust of the earth in a basket. He weighs the mountains on His scales.

He stretches out the heavens like a tent to live in. He blows on the rulers of this world, reducing them to nothing.

He sits enthroned above the circle of the earth. 

And from His view? We look like grasshoppers. Grasshoppers! Now that’s humbling. Which is really the point.

God is our incomparable Creator. His understanding is so far beyond ours. He even calls each of the stars by name.  He’s never exhausted, never weary. He is power and might. He’s the everlasting God, the amazing Creator of the ends of the earth.

Lift up your eyes and look to the heavens.

Our lives tangle up in chaos, often. We stumble. We fight. We exhaust ourselves. We hope. We hurt. We pray. We seek help. We work hard. We lay low. We escape the chaos when given the chance.

But through it all, our Creator is near. He always loves. Always sees. He’s always just. Always right. Always giving. Always true. Always worth following. Always on the throne. Always worthy and awesome and incomparable. His beauty remains.

Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth…

He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.

(verses 28-29)

Lift up your eyes and look to the heavens.

Because sometimes, we just need to be reminded of what’s real and true and important.

Angela ParlinAngela Parlin is Dan’s wife and Mom to 3 rowdy boys + 1 sweet girl. She spends as many days as possible at the beach, and loves to watch romantic comedies, organize closets, be with her people, and play with nature photography. But more than anything, she loves Jesus and writes to call attention to all the beauty He weaves throughout the chaos of our lives. Join her at So Much Beauty in All This Chaos!

Don’t See Me

Don't See Me....


When our oldest daughter was a toddler, she had this special gift of going blind.  If she were to get in trouble, she would simply, shut her eyes.  In the midst of being reprimanded, she would peaceably close her eyes. Expressionless, she would take on a meditative stance.  It would make my husband crazy.

To add to the mayhem of parenting Maggie, if she were caught in the act of “badness” she would yelp, “Don’t see me!”  For example, I walked in and caught her coloring on the wall. She pointed her chubby pre-school finger at me and said, “Don’t see me!” And when that didn’t work, she closed her eyes and went to her “happy place.”


The mystery of sight and perception in children is both humorous and alarming.  Of course, Maggie was way past Jean Piaget’s stage of Object Permanence, which would have taken place at about 9 months of age. Piaget, a Swiss psychologist, was responsible for Piaget’s Theory of Cognitive Development. The theory was based on the evidence that a baby develops in stages of understanding.  It stemmed from the belief that cognitive development was progressive.  That a child grows in their understanding of their world based on experience.  At a young age a child hides his head under a blanket, in his youth he believes he has disappeared, clueless you can still see the rest of him.  According to Piaget, experience would reveal to the child that out of sight doesn’t mean non-existent.  Yes, away from peek-a-boo, Maggie, who was nearly three, was simply in denial.

It occurs to me, as silly as this seemed…  I am no different.

And I certainly am waaaay beyond the stage of development where I function in “out of sight out of existence.” Peek-a-boo makes no sense in a 44-year-old woman.

Still, I play.

I close my eyes and meditate when I know I am sinning.  I pretend… I watch television, or read, I don’t want to change.  I don’t want to hear the words: “Jami, this is wrong.”

With the voice of the Spirit drowned out sometimes, I get caught in the act.  And my reaction: “Don’t see me!”

My spirit’s eyes, my conscious, do not fall for my games. The eyes of my heart don’t want to disappoint my God. Changing the draw of my heart away from my folly and greed is a greater feat than pretending all is well, as long as I don’t look.  Alas, I can stick my head under the couch, with my full bare bum sticking out like a silly baby, still He sees me.

I would like to believe that my behavior could not disprove the great mind and life work of Jean Piaget.

I would love to know that I would learn from experiences, that I would progress.

I would love to see with fresh eyes, that to stay in the dark, to embrace the nonsense of closing my eyes to the truth, written on my soul… written in the Redeemers blood, would be to live a stagnant, immature, and life-draining existence.

He sees me. 

He knows me. 

He discerns my tricks.

 He recognizes the game. 

And so I pray, “Give me Your eyes Lord. Pour out a fresh vision of what this sin looks like to You… You, who died to save me from my drivel. Pry open that which I intend to keep slammed shut. Remove the scales from my eyes and let me bask in the glory of your truth. Let me do so without shade or reprieve. Let only light attack my pupils and warm my eyelids.  Drench me in the purity of Your holiness – let it heat my face, tint my cheeks, and fill me up with the grandness of truth.  See me.  And let me see You.” Amen

May your floors be sticky and your calling ordained.  Love, Jami

1 Samuel 12:16
Now then, stand still and see this great thing the LORD is about to do before your eyes!

Dearest Angela, thank you for having me today on your blog.  I am honored.  Your words encourage and bless. Embrace the rest, the recovery, and the peaceable place of being lead by Jesus Christ.  You are loved, admired, and needed.  Love, Jami

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Jami and her husband Justin live in Abilene, Texas with their (currently) seven children.  Their children range in age from 21 to 6 months. They active in the foster care program. Together they own a 640-acre ranch and they love to travel, wander, cook, and have a house full of college kids over for Sunday lunch. Jami has a Bachelor of Science degree in Family and Consumer Sciences from Abilene Christian University.  Her graduate degree is in Education, Counseling, and Human Development from Hardin-Simmons University.  Jami loves to speak, write, and participates in respite foster care.  Her first manuscript Sacred Ground, Sticky Floors inspired the name of her blog. You can find more of Jami and the lunacy she embraces in the pursuit of Jesus at or on Facebook or Twitter!

When You’re Too Overwhelmed to Breathe


Sometimes the world feels too big and I feel too small. Calming my soul during moments of chaos can add to the burden and I can feel as there is one more thing I need to do that I’m not sure how to do. In times like these I know that keeping things simple help me focus on the things and people that matter most.

At (in)Courage today, I share some easy-to-remember scripture verses that ease my heart in moments of panic. Please join me there.