Dallas, Tx
I came around the corner and Bam! There it sat in all it’s bulging glory—a ginormous two story eyeball loitering with nonchalance in the grassy space. Talk about unnerving. The icy blue stare seemed to be following me. Repulsed yet fascinated, I stared back at all it’s bizarreness.
Makes me think of my God. Not that he is some creepy eyeball in the sky. I know he sees everything—but instead of glaring with a cold stare of disdain at my mishmash, he stoops down gentle and lifts me up. He sets me on the narrow path and gives me a soft nudge in the right direction.
He sees me.
He knows my pain and weeps with me.
He knows my fears and comforts me.
He sees my joy and rejoices with me.
He saw me from the beginning, and appeared undaunted by my angry cup of tea, and the sins that piled ten stories high over the years. Yet he never gave up on me—my stumbles, my falls, my outright rebellions, or even when blasted with the coldness of my heart.
He knew troubled water boiled under that bridge, yet I heard a persistent knock. He chased me down until worn slick by sin, I began to listen. And in a new bible study, on a fall day twenty years ago, I released my soul to him and he began to open my eyes and my heart to his love. He reminded me how he washed my sins away many years before yet I had been living like an unforgiven wretch.
He showed me grace upon grace as I learned to focus on his mercy and released the burden of disappointing him again and again. Just knowing he hovers near, gives me a sense of security when my world leans wonky.
“You have searched me, Lord and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue
you, Lord, know it completely.
You hem me in behind and before,
and you lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
Psalm 139:1-12
He begs you to place your hand in his and let him slather thick his grace,
While you revel in his love and ever watchful presence,
And in the quiet whisper you will find the comfort only he can give.
He sees all—and I am oh so thankful.