They say your eyes are the windows to your soul. Warm, glowing eyes speak love. Narrowed eyes can shoot daggers. It is easy to understand the saying, “If looks could kill.” You can easily read people’s feelings through their eyes. You can see shyness or pride, a look of disdain or a look of acceptance. Pain is apparent, as is loneliness or rejection. Happy eyes sparkle; vacant eyes show hopelessness or depression.
My father had soft brown eyes. He used his eyes to correct, to approve, to disapprove, and to honor. His eyes were gentle and loving. I never saw hate in those eyes against anyone. If there was anger, it was directed towards an object or circumstance, but not a person. His eyes spoke acceptance and friendship to all. He never raised his hand to strike or spank, nor can I remember any harsh words…but I remember his eyes.
I never wanted to get that ‘look.’ His eyes showed disappointment when I did something that brought him displeasure because he knew I was capable of better. And in that look, I knew I could and would do better the next time. I didn’t want to disappoint my dad. I didn’t fear that look, but it hurt my heart to hurt his. Dad guided with his eyes.
Our Father God’s eyes are ever watchful over his children too. Eyes full of compassion and love, mercy and grace. Everything is open before him and nothing can be hidden. “The eye is the lamp of the body. You draw light into your body through your eyes, and light shines out to the world through your eyes. So if your eye is well and shows you what is true, then your whole body will be filled with light.” (Matthew 6:22)
May we be so filled with light, so full of might so that everything we do, will be right in His sight.
Nothing in all creation is hidden from God’s sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of him to whom we must give account. (Hebrews 4:13)
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