read to feed the soul
Written by FBJ Women for Women
by: Mysti Chustz
His Eyes See Us
Riding waves with no care of a storm in sight, my eyes fix on a tiny figure in a huge ocean. That little figure belongs to me. He is my son.
Battered and knocked down, my eyes never leave him.
When the wind takes him far from familiarity and he doesn’t recognize his surroundings, my eyes see him.
When the water takes him under, even then, my eyes watch for him.
I am so limited in my abilities to see my children. Not so with the Lord. We are never out of the sight of the perfect Father who made us. We may not care that He is watching us. We may be annoyed that He is watching us. We may wish that His eyes would move on to the next person. Then, in a fickle turn, we may cry to Him when we can’t feel his eyes on us. We are so inconsistent, but his gaze is perfectly consistent. We can rest assured that He is well aware of our plight and His eyes are on us…100% of the time.
The fact that He sees us and loves us is our only comfort in life and death.
This is not a new truth. It endures. It was true for Adam and Eve in the garden, for Jonah in the belly of the fish, for the Apostle Paul in chains, for you and me floundering to find our way. The fact that He sees us and loves us is our only comfort in life and death.
He sees our way. He watches every obscure moment.
His heart is one of help and rescue. No matter the size of the wave that takes us under, His eyes are fixed on the ones He loves. That’s you. That’s me. That’s everyone.
“You are the God who sees me.” Genesis 16:13
Father, we praise you for being our all-seeing, all-knowing God. We rest in you. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
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