What do you see?

A small event happens,
in the blink of an eye.
While many lives are altered,
mine is not to wonder why.
A life might be lost,
or a fragile heart be broken,
An unknown blessing is given,
without a word being spoken.
Just as the mountains are high,
the valleys are so low.
In hindsight I look back,
and see where I have grown.
We give thanks when we recieve,
a gift that's in our hands,
but His ways are not our way's,
I just try to understand.
Although I don't know where I'm going,
or which way I will go,
if I see blessings instead of accidents,
I'll see where I have grown