Give Me Your Eyes

So, this is probably going to be a really weird post, but I am confident that none of you beautiful people will judge me for it. And, if I do say so myself, it is an interesting subject so maybe I will get you all thinking on it as well. 

The other day I was just thinking about eyes. I am a sucker for eyes. I like to look at them, look into them, draw them, study them. They're great. They're easily the most expressive part of the body. Generally speaking, your eyes give you away. They can be so filled with hurt, so filled with anger, so filled with love, so filled with hope. It is always the eyes that portray the true feelings. And I have yet to meet a pair of eyes with my own that was not beautiful in their own way. They are all so different, so many shapes and sizes and colors. God was definitely feeling crafty when he created eyes. That got me thinking on another topic...

What must God's eyes be like? They have seen so much. They saw the creation of man. They saw man's fall from grace. They saw the flood. They saw the birth of Jesus. They saw the life of Jesus. They saw the death of Jesus. They saw the miracle of Jesus' rise from the dead. 

How full of pride his eyes must have been to see the creation of Adam and the birth of Jesus. How full of hurt they must have been to see Eve take a bite of the apple. How full of anger must they have been to see their one and only son crucified. How full of love must they have also been to see their one and only son suffer so much to pay for our sins. 

So how much hurt must show in those eyes each and every time we sin anyway. We, knowing full and well the consequences, sin. We constantly hurt God and yet he constantly forgives us and loves us anyway. His love is unconditional, though he constantly sees our failures. I will definitely be thinking of His eyes a lot more now. Before I do something, I'll try to imagine how He would look at me. Would it be a look of hurt? One of anger? One of disappointment? One of pride? One of awe? One of love? 

I will strive for the day when I arrive in his Kingdom and hope that He looks upon me with those eyes and that I can meet them with my own steady gaze, confident in how I have lived my life for Him. And I can only pray that the eyes I look into are full of love and adoration and, most of all, pride for how I have chosen to live my life.