As I age, my eyesight in some ways is much worse than it was. Being perfect most of my life, and being in a family full of glasses, I figured it was a matter of time. That has proves to be the case, but God gave me 43 years without glasses and with perfect vision. I have been blessed. So now I need glasses to see things close to me, so when I read or work on the quilt or many things. I can get by without them but my mind must infer the correct words from the blur and it requires more energy and I get tired and a headache. Sounds really old right? Well, in other ways as I have (ahem) matured, my eyesight and heart sight is increasingly more keen. I can see behind the mask people wear. I can see past the tough guy act. I can see the motives in the eyes. I can catch glimmers of hope in a Christian’s eyes. I can see a child in wonder who wants to know something. I can see when people need love. I can feel a person’s pain and see what they really need past rheir wants. I guess this is spiritual maturity, affecting your eye sight down to your soul. So in some ways, my eye sight is worse but I am completely good with that because far more importantly my spiritual eye sight is so much more acute and more like Jesus’. That makes me very very happy.❤❤❤
God healed my eyes. Let me explain. Last night, I had an eye ache, pain in my eyes and a feeling like something was in them, pressure. I looked in the mirror and some weird lack of pigment was tolling around in my eye pupils and lenses. It was obvious something pretty big was wrong. I pictured going blind and immediately started planning how I would be as little of a nuisance as possible let but every best case scenario, I would be an inconvenience and be limited in function for the Lord’s service. So I prayed. I out loud rejected the spirit of infirmity that was at work in my eyes and commanded they leave in Jesus’ name. Then I prayed again and thanked God for healing my eyes. God healed my eyes. Today, they were sore antgainndt first and had a lot of drainage and them have been fine all day. Praise God, the Great Physician!!! He made it so can fix it or build a new one. We just need to humbly ask asked believe He can and will answer in the beat possible way for us. That is it. God rules!!! Praise be the name of the Lord God Almighty!!!
One of the joys (insert sarcasm) for me in turning 43 was a new, lovely (more sarcasm) fuzziness of things/words close to me. So now I have the luxury (yep, here too) of wearing reading glasses when I read or quilt, etc. Woo hoo! And one day, I put my glasses on to quilt and things were still fuzzy. I read and the words were fuzzy. So, assuming my eyesight was worsening, I started to be annoyed until I realized that my glasses had been smudged by fingerprints or some other obnoxious thing. I cleaned them and all was right again (or as right as possible having to wear reading glasses-Oy!). And I realized that we do that in life too. We see things flawed or skewed when in reality, we have some issues to clean up in the lenses of our minds. You see, how we view the world has everything to do with (directly proportional to) how much we clean up our hearts and minds. Truth is the great cleaning tool for this, found in the Bible, with a healthy heaping of love and prayer with God. When purified/cleaned, we see things differently, and our goal is to be so pure we see with the eyes of Jesus Christ. Then we understand what we need to do to help and why and how. This is a truly fantastic thing! ❤❤❤
Once upon a time, God made me. I plopped into this world with a pretty big thud (over 9 lbs) and alone. My twin brother decided to meet me in heaven later. So here I was, on this earth and from day one there was a fire in my eyes. A sweet fire, but a fire nonetheless. I grew with that fire sparking, always sparking, lots of life, lots of drive. Fast forward 20 years or so and I made some really stupid choices to allow another human person to douse my fire, diminish my spark, lesson my drive. I believed an idiot. And I didn’t realize it at the time, but believing an idiot over the truth made me an idiot too, against the truth of who I was I believed a clueless wonder, a moron who made someone (me in this case) feel like less to feel like more. And dumb me of ancient past believed such lies and a fire, born to blaze eternally, went out. Not completely because it is innate. A fire was still perking unseen, awaiting a new spark. Fast forward past one misfit marriage into one of much more freedom and finally what relit the flame of life, of drive, of passions and pursuits for God, of peaceful movement forward was a spark of love and acceptance and fitting somewhere with someone whole who fit back. And life moves on again, fire is reborn, stronger and wiser than it was before and I see God’s hand in this. I feel the passion for life I once had, I hear the calm reaching hand of the Almighty coming toward me and feel Him lifting my head. So never underestimate the power of your love on another’s life. Love may mean the difference for them, may relight the fire in their eyes. And loving them and making a difference to them may relight your own fire. Sometimes doing what seems hopeless brings hope when done anyway. Have a goal of relighting at least one fire in your lifetime. What a gift that is! What a blessing!
Ever notice how the people we love have the most beautiful eyes? Maybe it is how they look at us. Maybe it is that we look at them more and notice the beauty. Maybe it is because of the blind love thing where everythuing is beautiful when love is there. All that is true. I think, however, in my strong romantic sensibilities, that the better you know and study a person, the more you can see the very very subtle changes their eyes make that tells on them. Through those beautiful orbs we can see into the intentions and thoughts, the soul’s outcries, the heart’s echoes and it draws us in. To know someone truly is to love them and to love them is to see inside into their essense. It is so passionately beautiful, so eagerly genuine and heart warming. The greater you pay attention, the greater is the amount of u derstanding you possess of that person’s design, imperfections, truth. We can see when lies creep in and when truth wins. We can feel their struggles and joys through these lenses. There is great beauty in seeing another person’s soul through their eyes and a great joy in learning a new perspective on life through learning their soul. The abundance of new material to peruse is enough to keep one occupied for a lifetime or at leat until next Tuesday. Lol The eyes hold every secret but you cannot study them until their heart allows it. And you cannot understand their intricasies until you put in the time and pay attention.