Ladies In Waiting

Becoming beautiful from the inside out...

4.17.2010

In His Eyes

For some reason, this thought was in my mind last night as I waited for Sweet Sleep to visit.

In Isaiah 53:2, the prophet says, " For he grew up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form or comeliness; and when we see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him."

We've always heard that scripture but in my mind, I always wanted Jesus to have at least one redeeming quality. Other than the obvious fact that He was/is God. :)

And last night I realized that what I would term as an "attractive feature" about Him would have been His eyes.

Think about it.

The same eyes that watched the worlds being formed from nothing. The same eyes that shed tears in the Garden of Eden so long ago. And countless times after. The same eyes that flashed in anger at the Israelites and their rebellion. Not to mention the rest of us heathens. The same eyes that saw you and I, during our first moments of our life. Imagine the secret smile He shared with the angels! The same eyes that, dripping with blood, followed the path He would soon take up the Hill of Golgotha. The eyes that smiled down on the disciples, promising His soon return.

I honestly would have loved to stare into the eyes of the Savior.

Right after that, something flashed in my mind. Wouldn't those same, loving eyes know exactly what is in my heart at that time? Wouldn't those same eyes burn with condemnation knowing the state of my soul? And every single sin that I have ever committed in life? Wouldn't those eyes show me who I really am...not who I pretend to be?

I paused, thinking to myself, "No, that's probably more than I could handle!" Never mind!

Then...

"But if I repent and the Blood that He shed now washes me clean, He doesn't know my sin anymore!" Right?!

"For I will be merciful toward their iniquities, and I will remember their sins no more." Hebrews 8:12.

So maybe what I would be seeing would just be my own refection staring back at me. They say that the eye is a window to the soul. So maybe His eyes would be a mirror that reflects my soul. In which case, I would be unable to turn away. Imagine seeing yourself for who you really are. No facades or masquerades. The only condemnation is your own. He would simply stare at you and every facet of your spiritual life would be revealed.

Makes me wonder, would I really be able to handle it?