"The View from Above"

"The View from Above"

Written By Lagacy W ords

How high is your view on life?

Really.

Not just on a good day, when the sun’s out

And the birds pretend to be your personal choir—

But in the middle of a storm,

When your prayers are pounding against the ceiling

Like fists that don’t get answered back.

How high is your view…

When your faith is sitting low?

Can you see your house from above?

I’m not talking about drone footage or Google Earth.

I mean, if your spirit floated up past the treetops,

Past the wires and the rooftops,

Past the distractions and fake realities we built with wifi and filters,

What would you really see?

Would you see how much you’ve grown,

Or how much you’ve ignored it?

Would you see the layers

You’ve carefully constructed around your truth

Just so you wouldn’t have to feel so naked?

Would you see the nights you cried in silence,

Or the days you smiled to hide it?

Would you see yourself—

As you are?

Or only as you pretend to be?

Would you see the child in you,

Still waiting for love to come back home?

Still hoping that somebody, anybody,

Would pick them first?

Would you see the adult in you,

Still trying to fix things

With duct tape and devotion?

Would you see the soul in you,

The one that’s been trying to break through the noise

For years now?

Can you see beyond the present?

Beyond the bills,

Beyond the broken glass and promises,

Beyond the "I'm fine" texts and “maybe next time” dreams?

We get so stuck in the moment

We forget that eternity doesn’t tick like a clock.

We act like pain is forever

Because we’ve forgotten how short our sight is.

You ever try to look at stars and get dizzy?

That’s because your mind is bumping up

Against infinity.

We weren’t designed to see it all.

But God was.

His view is different.

His vision is layered with dimensions we don’t even have words for.

He doesn’t just see who you are—

He sees who you’re becoming.

He sees the way your soul leans when no one’s watching.

He sees the thoughts that never make it to your lips,

And the questions you hide under polite religion.

He doesn’t just see your Sunday self.

He sees your shadow self.

The you that doubts,

The you that yells,

The you that whispers,

“If You’re real… why does this still hurt?”

And yet…

He still calls you beautiful.

Still calls you child.

Still calls you “mine.”

Even if we climbed to the top of Everest,

Our eyes couldn’t grasp the blueprint.

Even if we built towers to reach the heavens,

We’d still miss the divine details.

Even if we understood every molecule,

We’d still fall short of understanding mercy.

Because His thoughts are higher—

Not just above,

But beyond.

Beyond our fears, our logic,

Beyond what we think we deserve.

And thank God for that.

We say,

“I got this.”

But we don’t.

We try to hold the world in our palms

Like sand through fingers.

We try to script our futures

With pens we weren’t meant to hold.

Control is an illusion.

And peace only shows up

When we finally put it down.

So why do we think we’re the captains

When the ocean laughs at our maps?

God sees the storms forming

Before the clouds even gather.

He sees the detours you curse

As the protection you’ll thank Him for later.

He sees the door that closed

As the hallway to something holier.

He sees the heartbreak

As space being made for healing.

He sees you.

Like really sees you.

Not the version you curate.

Not the polished, prayer-quoting one.

Not the social media highlight reel.

He sees the questions you’re afraid to ask.

The habits you still wrestle with.

The memories you still flinch at.

The dreams you’ve buried in the back yard of your hope.

And He stays.

Still.

So if you're standing in front of a mirror,

Squinting at the fog,

Trying to make sense of what you see—

Take a breath.

Lift your eyes.

And remember:

You were never meant to figure it all out.

You were meant to trust

The One who already did.

Because faith isn’t about sight.

It’s about surrender.

It’s not about climbing the tallest mountain—

It’s about realizing

You’re already held

By the One who made the mountain.

So how high is your view on life?

Maybe it’s time to change your angle.

Not by climbing higher,

But by trusting deeper.

If that's not reason to trust Him…

Then maybe it's time

To lift your eyes

A little higher.

Because the View from Above?

It sees you.

Loves you.

Leads you.

And that’s more than enough