I don’t know about you, but I’ve noticed eyes can be read like a book. They tell a story. Whether it be pain, and sorrow, or joy and peace. In my eyes I have seen sadness, before. I’m tired of seeing sadness in my eyes. I consider the stories people tell of the eyes of Christ. Flames of fire. Perfect love. Peace and joy. I want my eyes to mirror Christ, in certain respects.
I need God to so fill me up that my eyes are filled with His love, His peace, and His joy. His passion. My eyes need to tell a story of His goodness. His presence. His revelation. If my eyes are sad, I am not walking in the fullness of God’s grace.
If the story you see in my eyes is not one that glorifies God, I need to receive of His providential goodness. Our eyes should testify of our God. If my eyes are no better than the worlds, what light do I have in me? What warmth do I bring to a cold and shivering world? My eyes must shine for the glory of God.
I need God to so fill me up that my eyes are filled with His love, His peace, and His joy. His passion. My eyes need to tell a story of His goodness. His presence. His revelation. If my eyes are sad, I am not walking in the fullness of God’s grace.
If the story you see in my eyes is not one that glorifies God, I need to receive of His providential goodness. Our eyes should testify of our God. If my eyes are no better than the worlds, what light do I have in me? What warmth do I bring to a cold and shivering world? My eyes must shine for the glory of God.
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