Eyes to see

My dad recently told me a story concerning something I said when I was younger that was a perspective changer for him, and has now become one for me. We were making our way up the driveway to our country home and my dad was taking notice of all the yard work that had yet to be done. What particularly caught his eye was the multitude of yellow weeds that had arisen out of the needing to be mowed grass in our front yard. Before he could utter his contempt of the weeds, I turned to my dad and declared their beauty. "Dad, look at all of those pretty yellow flowers growing in our yard!!" My dad told me many years later that that was a changing day for him. He saw the plants though the eyes of a child who hadn't yet been informed by the world what Beauty was and wasn't.

After listening to this story, I realized how much my perspective has changed since my childhood years. I began to wonder when this change in me occurred? When did I begin to define what could and couldn't be declared beautiful? Further, when did I begin to view things as not capable of being of God or from God? When did weeds become ugly? Was it the weeds themselves that changed, or was it the eyes through which the weeds were seen?

When did I become blind to Beauty?

I've wrestled with this concept: Beauty.
Things being of God or from God.
Accepting certain gifts from God and rejecting others.
But if God is "in all and through all", then is He not apart of the ugly?
Isn't He the one that makes them Beautiful?
Isn't that me?
Aren't I the weed that needs to be looked at through the eyes of One who sees me as beautiful?
Shouldn't I have those eyes as well?

So I'm left with a yearning: I so desperately want to see!
I want to see Beauty as He created it.
To see awakening.
To see life.
To see like Him where everything is Beautiful in time. (Eccl. 3:11)
To see Him in all things. 
Because to witness Life. Beauty. Him. is indeed to be Alive. 
And there is always Life to be found.
I just need eyes to see.